<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:03:17.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVES!</title><subtitle type='html'>Gabrielle.Gaby.Gabu.Blue.Black.Hot Pink.Green.Hot-Plate Tofu.Lychee Drink.Ms Liew.Fun.Thrillz.Frenz...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1293194390703543933</id><published>2010-07-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:22:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU'RE NOT THERE ANYMORE:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're drifting further and further apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no blog. since i got nothing to do... shall have a simple post. yep. school's been really busy. and i've lesser and lesser time for myself and for you guys. homework, lab reports, presentation, blahblahblah. simply have no time for revision. or rather. when i have time, i rather catch some sleep than revise my work. haha! and i have lesser and lesser time spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. this has been bothering me for quite a few years. hmmm... its not really disturbing me, but it sets me thinking. or rather, it made me want to meet you in real life somehow. it might just be my imagination, it might just be some false hope i've created for myself. but in that dream, its seems real. was super super happy, until i wake up and find out that everything isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;its just that.. whenever i feel that no one's there for me, whenever im sad/frustrated/stress til a certain limit, this dream would definitely appear. the same dream. ever since young. i want to know who that person is. i really want to find that person out.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to start describing the dream. so i cant really tell you what happen in it. but it's definitely the sweetest thing that ever happened to me. although you're not there with me in real life, but you seem to know everything that is happening in my life. everytime i feel like no one will be there for me, you'll definitely pop out in my dream, to remind me that you'll always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;(i dont think anyone is still reading my blog, but some people might just... accidently? come to my blog and read this post? i dont know?) anyways. i understand that some people might tell me its some psychological thingy that i've created for myself. or maybe even crappier? my previous life? or whatever crap. but it seems so real. whatever la.. i dont even know what im typing ok? haha! just let me rant here a little longer. i just like the feeling. even if its created by my own psychological thoughts. to know that someone out there still cares for me. will still be by my side. forever:) if i were to meet you in real life, somehow.. all i've got to tell you is "thanks for being in my dream, to cheer me up, to be there for me when no one else is. and i know its not normal for me to say this, but i really love you:)"&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and.. somehow that "person" in my dream reminded me of this song. and when i woke up, i played and replyed it continuosly. thanks alot:) its in my itouch by x factor finalist? you are not alone. went to google for the lyrics and found out that it was originally by michael jackson. the lyrics are uber meaningful. that makes me love you more:) but like i said. it might be just a psycological thing that i've created by myself to make myself feel better. and. fyi. IM NOT CRAZY. IM A NORMAL TEENAGER WHO IS JUST ENCOUNTERING LOADS OF DIFFICULTIES IN MY LIFE. so.. yep. im not mentally retarded, im not crazy, i dont have any needs of seeing a doctor or whatever crap. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another day has gone, I'm still all alone&lt;br /&gt;How could this be, You are not here with me&lt;br /&gt;You never said goodbye, Someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Did you have go, And leave my world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself how did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;br /&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're faraway&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night, I thought I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to come, And hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your prayers, Your burdens I will bear&lt;br /&gt;But first i need you hand then forever can begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i sit and ask myself how did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;Something whipers in my ear and says&lt;br /&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far away&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipers three words and I'll come runnin'&lt;br /&gt;And girl you'll know that I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're faraway&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're faraway&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are not alone.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet right? haha! never mind.. i should stop fantasizing whoever this is and move on with life:) anyways. this is just a thought. and i think i should share it with you people.&lt;br /&gt;once again.. im not overly stressed or crazy or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;i feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when your school reopens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you continued talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter how busy you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter how much friends you've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once my school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're talking lesser and lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now, we hardly even talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sorry:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i tried talking to you nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it aint the same no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you wouldnt reply me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know its my fault to not cherish you from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im really really sorry:(&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1293194390703543933?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1293194390703543933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1293194390703543933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1293194390703543933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1293194390703543933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-not-there-anymore-were-drifting.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1765956376559119714</id><published>2010-05-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:36:34.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no time for you:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you're there when i need you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to post for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy. practically got no time for everyone now. haiz. seriously.. i need my holiday. i need my weekends. i need to rest. i think im stressing myself too much. but theres nothing i can do about it. hopefully my timetable will change next semester. yep. thats all. all that i can wish is for time to return and go back to primary school or secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;people out there.. treasure your time in pri/sec school. i sumpa you'll miss it:)&lt;br /&gt;short post. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boy, you're still the best to me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1765956376559119714?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1765956376559119714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1765956376559119714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1765956376559119714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1765956376559119714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-time-for-you-but-youre-there-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-5336698480660248852</id><published>2010-03-28T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T06:18:33.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for making me smile. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here to thank all of you for making a effort to wish me! xie xie ni men! i really dont know what to say anymore. hmmm.. i shant list out. you should know who you are, those who wished me.&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to those who went out with me to celebrate my birthday. shall dedicate a few paragraphs to all of you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;shuting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you since kindergarden! haha! you and your mushroom head. LOL! thanks for TRYING to organise my birthday party. you're flying off to seoul today. now. on my birthday. T.T haha! anyways. thanks for the listening ear to hear me kp this and that. thanks for asking people to come along. thanks for the fun time we had together. (*deletes the bad memories if there are any*) and many many more that i've missed out due to stm... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;huijun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming on tuesday even though you have work and doesnt like sakae. although i really got to know you like.. in the middle of sec 3? thanks for everything. walking home together.. crapping, do crazy stuffs.. EVERYTHING. and then i forgot what i wanted to type already. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;camillia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello weiting! haha! its so cool to find someone with the same name la! haha! thanks for being there, although there were lots of misunderstanding long long time ago. haha! from sitting together to disiao the teachers when we're in sec 2, til studying together in sec 4. to be there when things happen. to be there when at happy times. =) smile as we go into a new school. to our dream course. to our new future. may we meet in the society (to laugh at each other in weird looking clothes) when we graduate. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;vivian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* shall not disiao you here. LOL! the super super blur vivian that loves winnie the pooh and have got too much money to spend and decide to buy me lots of things like (crumpler, bags, famous amos, *cant remember the rest*.....) but ended up not buying anything for me. YET. lolz. treat me to a super nice meal at crystal jade. (thinks she got too much money, give her she dont want) bought me a slice of cake which im too full to stuff in. bringing me to the rooftop garden to have our secret meeting. o.O being a "good" host at her house by treating me to eat maggi mee, and not giving me a toothbrush to brush my teeth. (LOL!) blahblahblah. and this is like.. what? 3 days? and it goes way back to p5 when we 1st became friends..... THANKS ________(please fill it in yourself vivian! LOL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes. i know you want the longest one. so i'll give you a super duper long one here. haha! here goes....&lt;br /&gt;remember the time when we first met? "eeyer! who the hell is she??" "eeyer! why ms liew separate me from all my friends? im so... not talking to them!"&lt;br /&gt;and then it goes to "she think she very funny is it? =.="&lt;br /&gt;and then it goes to "******** LOVES RACHAEL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and then the list goes on and on.. (obviously i editted part of our life. ANYWAYS!)&lt;br /&gt;we became GREAT friends. we went for recess together, go out together, study together, sims together, sleep together, bathe together?!?!?!?! HAHAHAHAHA!!! (yes. we're not that... erm... never mind.) and then your dad dont like me.. (awwww...) and then we stopped going out together that often. organised class gathering, but ended up letting your dad pay. =(&lt;br /&gt;then came sec 1. we were so happy we're in the same school. but you la! so clever for what? go first class. conitnued going to your house to PLAY!!! ahahahaha! i drifted away from you guys for a little and then joined back with new people then then its back to us again. went out and have fun. go crazy together and did stuffs that were so embarrassing. tried on clothes but never buy them. went into shops just to play and make fun of their accessories. and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;and then we got richer. went to restaurants instead of foodcourts. buy clothes that cost us like 50 bucks per piece. haha!&lt;br /&gt;then now. im going to your church every alternate sunday cause we're in different school now. we kept in contact. friends that are forever and ever and ever... just like a circle without end. sometimes it felt like i have alot to tell you, but i dont know where to start. its like. we're not talking, but we know so much (hmmm.. probably the bad stuffs like who with who rumour and stuffs like that. LOL!) i APPROVE you to meet knew friends, but i DONT APPROVE you to forget me! haha!! (sounds so.. demanding.) because its way too cool to find parents with the same surname and we live on the same level! (ok.. random..)&lt;br /&gt;**(continue below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello fellow march baby! we're so cool to be born in march not like some other people *cough* (rachael) who's born in *cough cough cough* ....... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i cant write a very long one for you.. cause rachael wants to be the longest. lolz. so shall keep it short and sweet. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH BABIES ARE WAY COOLER THAN *COUGH*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha! knew you since sec 1. classified as the "nerds" =X haha! that was before.. now... its so damn cool la! ok... i forgot what i want to type already.. blame rachael for it ok? cause she talked to me on msn then i forgot all that i wanted to write. haha! anyways. its great to know you. (and your owl-siao-ness) sleepovers, outing, everything. thanks for being there. (we might have slept next to each other when we're born lo.. not like *cough* rachael that came to earth so late.. HAHA!) omg!!! i kept suaning rachael in your part. =XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RACHAEL &amp;amp; HEATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! THANKS FOR COMING INTO MY LIFE AND MAKING IT SUPER FUN AND CRAZY AND I-DONT-KNOW-WHAT ELSE!&lt;/div&gt;thanks for your listening ears, (your sighting eyes, your smelling nose, your eating mouth,) your thoughtful brain, to endure my kp-ness, (my ugliness, my BO?!?!, my super huge appetite), and my craziness when i got not enough sleep. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;lastly, thanks for today. for all that you have organised. the shabu shabu, the super alot of photos developed. quotes from sunday til saturday with a (heart), the super super long receipt that couldnt fit the chair and dropped on the floor, the small plastic bag with ferrero rocher and the box full of hershey kisses. OH YA! and that pink hairband. and making the "nom nom nom nom nom" voice when im eating fried mars bar. and the "im not going to walk beside you" when i purchased 15 dollars worth of bread. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry people if i have left you out.. SORRY! =( but if i were to list out everyone, there will be no end to this post.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-5336698480660248852?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5336698480660248852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=5336698480660248852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5336698480660248852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5336698480660248852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-for-making-me-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1084154455892800214</id><published>2010-03-08T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:52:04.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i miss you:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you in my life. suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random update today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up. mrt to seng kang. badminton with shuting. 2 guys came. and borrowed our rackets and court to play. haha! then after that we continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;went to&lt;em&gt; kopitiam &lt;/em&gt;to eat. ate laksa and the fruits. (whao! so healthy..) then went to shop around. saw mrs lee!!! whats she doing at sengkang? wth. haha! then went to do the children's art painting thing. i took very very long to finish shuting's damn pooh bear. lolz. im not going to look at pooh bear anymore. shuting made a pig for me! haha!! (and the pig is naked. lolz) anyways, then after the painting thing, we got hungry, and we went to long john for another round of dinner! lolz. ate chicken and fish combo. and potato salad! i want to exercise again. but not eat so much. lolz. cabbed home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;finished casandra's birthday card. im not sure if she'll like it, but i put in lots of effort in doing it, its fully dark blue pen and white A4 paper. so its not that nice, but to do a fully pen-drawn (with no outlining with pencil) i really really put in lots of hard work. so i do hope she'll like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1084154455892800214?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1084154455892800214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1084154455892800214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1084154455892800214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1084154455892800214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you-i-want-you-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8049048181926743003</id><published>2010-03-04T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:45:48.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stay by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let me know you'll be there. forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not here to update. will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIA-ING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the time being. whatever happens. my phone will still be on. contact me via sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you cared for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am still in a self denial state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8049048181926743003?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8049048181926743003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8049048181926743003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8049048181926743003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8049048181926743003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/03/stay-by-my-side_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2535486401647377247</id><published>2010-03-03T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:36:13.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you're still there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'll be there for you if you need me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no blog. have been going MIA for quite sometime. and guess what? im playing dance online and NEOPETS! hahaha!! cannot blame la. im too bored.&lt;br /&gt;today. i didnt get any photos. and tell all of you a bad news. i guess im abandoning this blog soon. i wont delete in case i have the mood to blog again. and. i just love my url too much. so im not going to let anyone steal my url. hah! just like "&lt;em&gt;jealousy kills&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;running away from reality" &lt;/em&gt;is already considered as my quote le. wahaha! so. not going to delete.&lt;br /&gt;today went for body check up. thank god im normal! i was so scared that i was diagnosed with something la! cause i drank quite alot of sweetened drinks. people kept telling me to drink plain water before i go for body check up. and for the urine test, i drank 1 500ml of water only. PLAIN WATER! its considered alot already lo. unless in camps, i hardly drink plain water. i think only when im forced to or whatever. so.. yeah! the urine test for negative for all sugar, protein and blood! so freaking happy! xray was normal too. everything IS normal for gabrielle! hooray. (P.S. my lungs look small from the xray. i dont know why!)&lt;br /&gt;went back for drills. i got nothing to say about it. =.= blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;went to tamp to meet vivian. as usual. she's late! im late too. but not as late. lolz. i think i reached at 7.30 or earlier? she reached at 8+. lolz. 1h late clock. haiz. (levi's having sales! for footwear only though. lolz.) went popular to get some stuffs and printer cartridge. =)) she brought me to some restuarant. she say until the food how good how good. so went there and try. ok la.. not too bad. not say until THAT nice also. lolz. taste like those better zi cha stall only. but the price was rather reasonable. didnt take photos cause my battery was going flat. (so idiotic right? before i went out of house, i just unplug it from the charger. then body check up half way, battery dead. then drill that time charge, then going to die again while eating. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;went ARCADE afterwards. omg la! played a stupid game. damn hilarious. then played basketball. i win! =) then DDR. i thought i win. cause i jumped more:( and and! 1 swipe = 2 players! we didnt know that. so ended up with 4 games. lolz. the whole arcade left the 2 of us, and they cant chase us out. sad. i know we're the "irritating customers" that me and my working partner used to complain.. "JUST GO HOME LA! STAY SO LONG FOR WHAT? YOU DONT NEED TO REST, WE NEED TO REST ONE LEH!!" lolz. but its not our fault that we dont know the machine ma.. lolz. game finish, sweating like hell. lolz. damn funny. out of tm by 10.30pm. cabbed home, bathe, tv, com, tired. sleeping soon. will be blogging lesser and lesser and tada! GONE! ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2535486401647377247?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2535486401647377247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2535486401647377247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2535486401647377247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2535486401647377247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-still-there-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4219592240901388296</id><published>2010-02-27T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:28:15.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;only you knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to share my anger, sorrow and happiness with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. yesterday night. after ranting and complaining and this and that, igot hungry afterwards. so i opened the fride and took out the cold cold mee and microwaved it! yipee~&lt;br /&gt;*beep beep beep* took out, ate one mouth and brought it back to the kitchen table. seriously!! it taste horrible. i think i throw to my dog and eat, he also wont want lo. lolz. so.. i went back to the fridge, opened and took out the cake (yes. jean's birthday cake. the leftovers.) ater rather happily while watching tv. since it has been so long since i watch tv programmes, so i decided to relax a little, enjoy that sweetness of cake and see whats on.&lt;br /&gt;ate quite alot. then commercial break. looked down. OMG!!!! THERE'S MOULD ON THE BOTTOM OF THE CAKE! like.... EWWW!! so i went out, and threw the cake away. im still hungry. but totally lost all my appetite after thinking of the mould-ed cake. so.. i just went back there, lie on my brother's bed. and continued the show. (whatever la! my room no tv so what? =.= my dad took it away ma.. cant be helped right? and nope. not i keep watching never do homework or what lo.. is his room de tv spoil then he koped my tv. T.T)&lt;br /&gt;the shor ended and i suddenly remembered dad saying "later pack your room. or at least keep your money. all anyhow throw. tomorrow got people coming." so i literally went to, only, keep my money. HAHA! ok..&lt;br /&gt;then i couldnt sleep.. so i went to count my money!! i got $7.25 of 5 cent coins!! i can go get a macdonalds meal with just my 5 cents already. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. and then here comes the pictures i promised some of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4kyxk9YIhI/AAAAAAAAAus/PTCIVZ62TZ4/s1600-h/DSC00349%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442937451970044434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4kyxk9YIhI/AAAAAAAAAus/PTCIVZ62TZ4/s320/DSC00349%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my 50 bucks notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4kyw5QjdmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/4R8PJnn_opg/s1600-h/DSC00351%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442937440239318626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4kyw5QjdmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/4R8PJnn_opg/s320/DSC00351%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my stack of 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lolz. totally love my stash of cash. dont try to rob me please. thanks people! haha! shall end of here. bye! will be attending church tomorrow. but wont be sleeping too early today. aww:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4219592240901388296?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4219592240901388296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4219592240901388296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4219592240901388296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4219592240901388296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-you-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4kyxk9YIhI/AAAAAAAAAus/PTCIVZ62TZ4/s72-c/DSC00349%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8382744859190318037</id><published>2010-02-26T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:59:59.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything's the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;over and over, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed pissed pissed. im just too pissed to think of what to blog and rant all my anger here. so if you think its none of your business just get lost. im not here to entertain you today. and i should, first, apologise if theres any vulgarities. (P.S. i'll just refer everyone as you cause i dont want any misunderstandings)&lt;br /&gt;1. i was sleeping and YOU called. actually this is nothing much. but YOU woke me up from my sleep. i apologise for the bad attitude i've given YOU. so... yea. but its the things that follow.&lt;br /&gt;2. YOU said that we didnt discuss with you the things we do. now that we discuss, YOU dont even give a damn or.. YOU think that we should do things the way YOU want us to. we are already grown up. we have a mind of our own. we're not YOUR babies anymore! its called "discussing" only when we get to say the things we want and come out with the pros and cons and not YOU trying to tell us what to do and not listening to us. thats not called discussing, thats demanding. hence, the more YOU want me to do something, the more i dont want to do it. so.. no point DISCUSSING with you anymore. you're just being more and more of an asshole. get it? GET LOST!&lt;br /&gt;3. its a good thing that i have a good brother. yes im angry. our common enemy. but at least when he knows im angry, he called and ask me what happens even when he's in ns. see? good brother. =)&lt;br /&gt;4. why is it my problem when YOU ran out of ideas? im not the one who is supposed to be doing all this right?? shall not elaborate on this.&lt;br /&gt;5. YOU stood there, didnt help at all. whao! i appreciated that man! =.=&lt;br /&gt;6. YOU badmouth-ed me. dont think im that deaf to not hear it.&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU went off after that.&lt;br /&gt;8. YOU called again. did YOU even understand the meaning of I HAVE NO TIME??? YOU get off from what you're doing by 5.30pm. doesnt mean that all of us have to be free from 5.30pm onwards, sit there, in front of the phone and expect YOUR call, when YOU finally decide to go out with us right? besides im not as free as you are.&lt;br /&gt;9. i went home and did my online application. i left it half done because YOU spoilt my mood. like totally. got child big deal? and. you still know the meaning of ps one ah? whao! i didnt know that man! and. its online application. NOT BURSARY OR WHATEVER. besides. why cant i add in your income as family income? and even if so. WHATEVER. you only think about yourself. even if its bursary. i believe theres more people who needs it more than us lo. we are capable of supporting yourselves. why do we need extra help? yes. YOU have a child. so? big deal? no one gives a damn. if YOU dont spend so much on unneccessary like a new guy with a 1+1, YOU wont even have any financial problems. anyways. you made me redo the application. like.. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;10. YOU hang my call and ended with "you're stubborn" WTF?!!! WHO THE HELL IS THE STUBBORN ONE HERE? YOU were the one making things difficult for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;totally what the fuck. i've got more. but i wont say anymore. the list will go on and on, forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i miss you and there wont be anyone who remembers or even bothers.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you were there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you calm me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but theres nothing much you could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i dont want to get all of you involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i couldnt help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8382744859190318037?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8382744859190318037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8382744859190318037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8382744859190318037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8382744859190318037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/everythings-same-over-and-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1574167832301911934</id><published>2010-02-25T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:28:29.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a_loDmkdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5F82d69Jlvc/s1600-h/DSC00316%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. went out last minute with vivian. she's...  dont know what to say. she went one big round to ask me out. she started with telling me that she's going to be a YA. which is totally like.. NO LINK! haha! ended up me asking her out. so... decided that we'll be going to sentosa and vivo. met up at alj mrt and headed off to harbourfront. saw siti at alj station. and guess who we saw at vivo! yes yes!! xiuping and jamie mdm. its been years since we last saw them. like..super shocked. haha! went carl's junior and i had portobello mushroom burger, while vivian had something else. haha! cant remember. my burger tasted like burger king's mushroom swiss.. just that there's lettuce tomato and onion. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a_lLk-cSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9N2giKPZWho/s1600-h/DSC00318%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442247845207765282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a_lLk-cSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9N2giKPZWho/s320/DSC00318%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and vivian. NOTE: vivian's got a streak of &lt;strike&gt; FAKE&lt;/strike&gt; green highlight. and i look &lt;strike&gt;FAT&lt;/strike&gt;chubby. lolz!! there's supposed to be another photo.. but i dont know what im doing with my hand and decided not to upload it here. haha! we didnt finish our fries cause we're way too full. good thing i didnt upsize it. haha!! went and buy ticket to sentosa and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a_krJMjNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WMHcpQ6eI44/s1600-h/DSC00319%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442247836501314770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a_krJMjNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WMHcpQ6eI44/s320/DSC00319%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here we are.. on the monorail. yes vivian's eye look weird because the close was too bright and she blinked. haha!!! and my hair has brown streaks! i miss my red highlights.. awww:( reached the first station and we went resort world. nothing much there i guess? so we went in to the gift shop and the things there are really really expensive. for example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-Ju0jI-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/V2-XU4py-HA/s1600-h/DSC00320%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442246274120360930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-Ju0jI-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/V2-XU4py-HA/s320/DSC00320%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the size of that flowery thingy. its a post-it pad with felt-like cloth wrapped around it. guess the price?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-JFcNJ7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/LwcHSB0uHPw/s1600-h/DSC00321%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442246263012403122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-JFcNJ7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/LwcHSB0uHPw/s320/DSC00321%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes! thats the price tag. we didnt randomly take another price tag of some other items and place it there. its really SGD $20. like.. wth right? for such a small,&lt;strike&gt;common&lt;/strike&gt; item to cost 20 bucks. i wonder who will really buy it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we left the shop and went to the basement. went through this pretty hallway. and lots of escalator with lights (yes. they're wasting lots of electricity. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-Ivf75II/AAAAAAAAAts/k0SI53liIWA/s1600-h/DSC00322%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442246257122468994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-Ivf75II/AAAAAAAAAts/k0SI53liIWA/s320/DSC00322%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the hallway looks nicer in real life. and then we went to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-IQRADUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/QZB80E6YcVk/s1600-h/DSC00323%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442246248738327874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a-IQRADUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/QZB80E6YcVk/s320/DSC00323%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the famous CASINO!! we just stood outside and took photos since we couldnt go in. 3 things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. no shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. no singlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 18 years and above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im wearing shorts and singlet, age 17. so.. i failed like.. every rule. haha!!! sad case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went round and look at the hotels. the new ones. and the security was friendly! (but we're scared of him. haha!!) he asked if we need help, we backed off abit. and he asked if we're just exploring, we said yes, and he told us to go hard rock hotel to take a look. (maybe he mistook us as tourists who lost our way. o.O) so we followed the directions which he told as to take... reached there and explored. the gym was damn cool! and then we went out of the lobby bar and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8KEphcKI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cb8kVH5Bw60/s1600-h/DSC00324%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244080956436642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8KEphcKI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cb8kVH5Bw60/s320/DSC00324%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADA~~! the view was pretty. its the swimming pool. pretty!! look like resort. but the swimming pool wasnt opened yet. so.. theres no one there. oh yea. did i mention? every facility.. was only for residents staying at that hotel. NOOOOOO~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8JgfUWII/AAAAAAAAAtU/rKocp7cKiO8/s1600-h/DSC00325%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244071249959042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8JgfUWII/AAAAAAAAAtU/rKocp7cKiO8/s320/DSC00325%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went out somewhere. i forgot where. and we decided to take another photo! whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8IwXvgnI/AAAAAAAAAtM/1MjhAuGmsJo/s1600-h/DSC00326%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244058333282930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8IwXvgnI/AAAAAAAAAtM/1MjhAuGmsJo/s320/DSC00326%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thought the fountain was pretty and i took it from the stairs while walking down. (actually i had nothing to do.. so i took it la!) walked back to the monorail station and went to another station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8ISqoccI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aQ_3O7EjYbc/s1600-h/DSC00327%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244050359448002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8ISqoccI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aQ_3O7EjYbc/s320/DSC00327%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got down and we see our beloved merlion! (theres bi lei zhen on the merlion. o.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8H3-V3UI/AAAAAAAAAs8/muU1oIlz198/s1600-h/DSC00328%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244043194359106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a8H3-V3UI/AAAAAAAAAs8/muU1oIlz198/s320/DSC00328%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; close up shot of the merlion. (ohoh! if you go at night, the merlion is freaking cool! like me, the merlion got highlights on its mane. haha! made up of tiny tiny lights! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a6DQxAiRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uitKQHypcUs/s1600-h/DSC00329%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442241764926720274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a6DQxAiRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uitKQHypcUs/s320/DSC00329%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went into this flower garden (cause we thought that it looks "&lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;" for our er ren shi jie. PUI!) so went in and saw a buch of &lt;strike&gt;dying&lt;/strike&gt; SUNFLOWERS!!!! some were really beautiful! but too bad the weather's too hot for sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a6CA6O3zI/AAAAAAAAAsU/F3VwV8Jl2F8/s1600-h/DSC00332%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442241743490572082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a6CA6O3zI/AAAAAAAAAsU/F3VwV8Jl2F8/s320/DSC00332%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went to another spot and saw pretty pretty flowers!! decided to take photos with it... but. failed! blame us for having big heads. haha! so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a3y0UqWpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/mNl4WRkixho/s1600-h/DSC00330%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442239283390470802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a3y0UqWpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/mNl4WRkixho/s320/DSC00330%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ive decided to take it without us in the picture!! im so clever right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0u3B_TfI/AAAAAAAAArU/SRJYYRVwwE4/s1600-h/DSC00336%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235916863098354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0u3B_TfI/AAAAAAAAArU/SRJYYRVwwE4/s320/DSC00336%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we went for skyride and luge. people!! there's having a promotion of 2 combos (2 skyrides and 2 luge) for only 16 bucks! U.P.: 11 bucks for 1 combo. so we went 2 times. and good news! if you're sick of the normal track (who will be? if the luge is fun!) they've open another track! more curves, more thrills, more fun! so we went down both tracks:) I WANT TO PLAY AGAIN!!! no pictures for luge cause we're busy playing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235934995046162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0v6k-3xI/AAAAAAAAArc/NrXx2segBEY/s320/DSC00335%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;then comes the skyride. look how scared vivian is... for the first ride, she was screaming throughout the ride. =.= but what can i do? i cant possibly jump down and get away from her right? and.... i cant laugh, swing my feet in the air nor do anything:( cause every slight movements causes the seat to swing and then she'll scream louder. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0uGgcucI/AAAAAAAAArM/DlCAK6WnXqo/s1600-h/DSC00337%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235903837518274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0uGgcucI/AAAAAAAAArM/DlCAK6WnXqo/s320/DSC00337%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the second time, vivian made me take a photo at the top and the effects came out really nice cause of the very very hot sun. and then she made me take a photo of her, which turned out like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0tkiCVcI/AAAAAAAAArE/Y-GDzmMRL8c/s1600-h/DSC00338%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235894717371842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a0tkiCVcI/AAAAAAAAArE/Y-GDzmMRL8c/s320/DSC00338%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she was trying to post for the picture. and then the skyride stopped in the middle, she got scared and her twist was gone and she grabbed on my hand (my phone almost dropped!) and she look retarded.. laughed at the photo then she calmed down a little.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atpzCppWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/8ZnE2NC7XAk/s1600-h/DSC00339%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442228133311391074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atpzCppWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/8ZnE2NC7XAk/s320/DSC00339%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took the chance to take another photos of the boats, but the first photo was still nicer. and then just nice, the skyride moved again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atpPG4BMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8IUbp0xcvrE/s1600-h/DSC00340%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442228123665433794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atpPG4BMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8IUbp0xcvrE/s320/DSC00340%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tried to take another photo. (with the twist) haha! mission accomplished. her hands were sweating like hell, the handle was wet after she got off. lolz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atojbs37I/AAAAAAAAAqE/7DPNGEaPzVg/s1600-h/DSC00341%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442228111941623730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atojbs37I/AAAAAAAAAqE/7DPNGEaPzVg/s320/DSC00341%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went 4D Magix after that.. oh my god. the lady was really not helpful, not friendly. yes. we blame ourselves to be stupid and all to walked the long way and ended up in a maze, but she saw us struggling and didnt tell us we could go to the left and its the easier way in. like =.=!!! we made a fool out of ourselves. and.. after we got our tickets, she didnt tell us where to go and we sat there like idiots when the show already start a few minutes later after we bought the tickets, at the theatre behind the booth. super unfair treatment. the ang mohs went to get tickets (they were cleverer, they used the short queue instead of the mazed ones. and the know that they have to go to the back for the show. then another singaporean family went, into the maze, vivian told them to go to the left, and we all sat there like idiots. we freaking angry when we got to know that there are more theatres at the back. she told the ang mohs but not us, the singaporeans. how fair can she get?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atnMKbwZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pQV1H2jKczo/s1600-h/DSC00343%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442228088515314066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4atnMKbwZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pQV1H2jKczo/s320/DSC00343%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after waiting for so long, we finally got our glasses and went into a waiting area. so we took a photo of us with the 3D glasses. (NOTE: im wearing glasses and 3D glasses. its irritating cause the 3D glasses kept sliding down:()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqsyA1K4I/AAAAAAAAAps/UuQqoBGr8P0/s1600-h/DSC00344%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442224886040046466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqsyA1K4I/AAAAAAAAAps/UuQqoBGr8P0/s320/DSC00344%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us in the theatre for the 2nd ride. oh.. promotion package again! (1 for $18, 2 for $29.90. the tickets they gave us says 1 for $14.95. i dont know why either.) this picture definitely looks like us in the toilet.. hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqrlN2cHI/AAAAAAAAApk/nGaiQbvTjA0/s1600-h/DSC00345%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442224865425125490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqrlN2cHI/AAAAAAAAApk/nGaiQbvTjA0/s320/DSC00345%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us again. in the 2nd ride. came out of theatre and the sky turned pretty dark. checked our phone, was already 8.30pm i think? so we headed back to vivo for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're still full... so we skipped dinner. what were we having then?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqq0_ixGI/AAAAAAAAApc/xUo-6seiFKI/s1600-h/DSC00346%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442224852480214114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqq0_ixGI/AAAAAAAAApc/xUo-6seiFKI/s320/DSC00346%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAAGEN DAZ!!!!! yes! drool people, drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqqYXoP8I/AAAAAAAAApU/gD8VYU0-HC0/s1600-h/DSC00347%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442224844796608450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqqYXoP8I/AAAAAAAAApU/gD8VYU0-HC0/s320/DSC00347%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is mine. i know my photography skills isnt that great... but TADA! brownie explosion!  its nice!! the brownies were sweet! recommend to only those with sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqp5TTQCI/AAAAAAAAApM/Ee_bRX20Zys/s1600-h/DSC00348%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442224836456955938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aqp5TTQCI/AAAAAAAAApM/Ee_bRX20Zys/s320/DSC00348%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vivian ordered belgian waffle cone. looks yummy. but the waffles werent as crispy as i thought. the bill came. $44.25 whao!! i think i can have a pretty good dinner for that amount of money. but so long didnt go for haagen daz already. all's worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home and blahblahblah. was sticky all over, but i had a fun day today. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things would turn out nicer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you were there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even bittergourd would taste like honey to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1574167832301911934?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1574167832301911934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1574167832301911934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1574167832301911934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1574167832301911934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4a_lLk-cSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9N2giKPZWho/s72-c/DSC00318%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-388207911916351163</id><published>2010-02-25T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:27:15.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you &amp;amp; i. to stay this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. nothing much. went back to school &lt;strike&gt;for captain's ball&lt;/strike&gt; to help cordelia do some chemistry notes for her upcoming test. kind of miss those days when i buy many many different coloured pens to do up my notes. i know even if theres colour, but i dont feel like readin a subject, i still wont have the mood to. but its just nice. but i still like it in pencil. i dont know why. but the colour still amuses me. haha! i dont know where im getting to. be yes. i just miss the days when i do notes, not only for myself but for you, you, you and YOU! haha! ok.. maybe not that much. but i know i didnt mind when people borrow it from me to photocopy. haha..&lt;br /&gt;captains ball. didnt play much, didnt have the mood to that day. i dont know why. lolz. so... lets just skipped that part.&lt;br /&gt;ms ng asked me to meet up with the sec 3 guides one day and teach them the drill commands. the commands, the tone, the speed and all. seriously. i shall try one day not going back, and see what happens. =X maybe when school starts? see how.&lt;br /&gt;had a small small basketball session. not a game, but just trying to throw it into the net. gabrielle failed like hell. haha. 1 out of 10 throws or more. lolz. still... arcade one more fun.&lt;br /&gt;went back home and had no dinner at all. had to eat maggi mee and saw 2 letters on my table. 1 from MOE and one from TEMASEK POLY! yes yes! my poly admission package arrived. maybe i shouldnt work cause there's lots of things to follow up after the package arrive. yea.. so.. goodbye 1.2k. goodbye extra money to spend. so.. getting on with life. to complete my poly admission. people. i read it. i did read lo! but i dont understand. why? CAUSE THERES TOO MUCH WORDS! any kind soul can help me with it? please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the memories of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-388207911916351163?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/388207911916351163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=388207911916351163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/388207911916351163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/388207911916351163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-like-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4639213610458565117</id><published>2010-02-25T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:56:21.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the business woman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i actually look that old, but i dont really mind if......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. went out with shuting and watched valentines day. met at plaza sing. too long didnt leave house already. i totally forgot how to go walk to plaza sing from the mrt station. so i ended up walking to the wrong escalator and stuffs like that. u-turned back, andwalked one big round to reach plaza sing. met shuting at plaza sing at about 1.20pm? then the show was starting at 1.30pm. went to get popcorns and drinks and had a complimentary "&lt;em&gt;lurve&lt;/em&gt;" snack and a CD for free. went straight into the theatre after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202516119509154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aWWrkKWKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fBlktgR_I_k/s320/DSC00303%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;picture was taken in the theatre. i look fat and my pimple-ful face is totally omg! the theatre was rather empty. and the show started promptly. it was draggy and has no storyline at all. didnt like it, but if you all just want a movie which is simple, which nice songs, then go for it!&lt;br /&gt;spent 5 bucks in the arcade after that show. totally whao! i really really too long never step into such nice place to let my hair down. haha! should be going again soon:) nothing's like an arcade. fun, thrilling and you'll just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the taxi stand and cabbed to mum's work area. then mum called and asked me to cab down to choa chu kang instead. i spent about 20 bucks just on cab fare and reached lot 1. since they havent reach, so i went in for a walk. mum called again. and told me that she mixed up the place and make me mrt down to yew tee. i know its just 1 stop away. but like.. you spent 20 bucks on cab fare and you've got the wrong area and had to mrt down to somewhere else. totally make your mood for everything *poof*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to yew tee and waited there patiently. mum's colleague came over and pick me up to his house to bai nian. im not the kind of social butterfly, so i stayed in the balcony and played with their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202523082596834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aWXFgSoeI/AAAAAAAAAo8/MwYUwSrPuZ0/s320/DSC00305%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes. as expected. the dog got bored of me. haha! and he lay there on the wooden swing while i sit there quietly and sms. he look tired eh? so. my mum called me into the house and i"ve got another furry friend to play with..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202535785889810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aWX00_gBI/AAAAAAAAApE/pQ36ezP_PNA/s320/DSC00308%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;a hamster! and guess what? it shitted on my hand. wth right? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had steamboat after that and ate quite little. cause i was still full after the whole combo to myself. was first to walk off the table and went to watch tv. or at least, pretend to watch. haha! find myself more and more no life. stopped watching tv after coming back from australia. hmmm... maybe i will be a good thing? so that i wont get addicted to a drama and watch and watch and got no time left to study? storybooks and anime should be good enough for me. i guess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a mini blackjack session after that. but cause my mum boss was there and all the rich people, their minimum bet was 2 buckc. and that 1/2h of blackjack session, my mum boss, the dealer, won more than a hundred bucks. totally whao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mum's colleague shared a cab with me back home and my mum's boss gave her money to pay for it. super worth it. lolz. thats all. and moving on to the next post. (yes. as promised. im posting 3 posts tonight.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you were there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4639213610458565117?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4639213610458565117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4639213610458565117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4639213610458565117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4639213610458565117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/business-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4aWWrkKWKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fBlktgR_I_k/s72-c/DSC00303%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7619109748092108678</id><published>2010-02-22T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:31:41.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mission impossible:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;totally surprised with all this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally didnt sleep at all. was too awake. so... went to school rather early today. reached at about 6.15am and i wasnt sure what i was doing too. hah! attire checked and all and went for about 2 more rounds of rehearsal... and then the actual. did lots of backstage stufss. and tada~! the big big event is now over!&lt;br /&gt;went bishan after that since jingfang is going to the headquarters after that. had mac breakfast. was super full. the shops havent really opened yet, so we went into ntuc and shopped around. went guardian to get bandage cause jingfang's leg was hurting then we tabao-ed mac and cabbed back to school.&lt;br /&gt;they had their mac recess, then went back for lessons? then we, laze around and "slept" in guides room. i didnt really sleep, kept talking and talking to keep myself awake. cordelia's lesson ended and she came down then she went for her enrichment course and we went out again.&lt;br /&gt;went paya lebar popular to get stationeries (i havent bought anything for school yet, but is looking very forward for school reopening!! yeah-ness! =) im way too bored at home doing nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;mrt-ed back til aljunied and walked home. lay on my super comfortable bed and smsed, AND I FELL ASLEEP!! woke up at 8= 9pm, now i cnt get back to sleep. my body is really wrong. haiz. bathed. tv-ed. computer-ed. blogged. so. bye for now. (realised that i always end so abruptly. i wonder why too!)&lt;br /&gt;lack of photos for this post. back cant be helped. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah-ness^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today is a special day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7619109748092108678?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7619109748092108678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7619109748092108678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7619109748092108678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7619109748092108678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-impossible-totally-surprised.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8586202055488350037</id><published>2010-02-21T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:16:01.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its getting lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;theres almost nothing more left to say:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!! woke up at 12+noon. thought there was still enough time and i was really freaking tired, so i went back to sleep. hahaha! woke up at 2.30pm and was totally shocked. damn. i was supposed to meet huijun at the mrt at 2.30pm. lolz. so went to brush teeth and grabbed a set of clothes, changed and off i chiong. haha! reached mrt at about 2.50pm. sorry huijun. lolz. mrt-ed to punggol.&lt;br /&gt;went to the wrong block. haha! (and shuting damn cute. told me her house at "coralinus" then she told huijun the block. she didnt tell us her unit number. whao! so.. to me, she owned the whole piece of land, to huijun she owned the whole flat to herself. whao! she must be damn freaking rich then. haha!!) reached her house and we were one of the earlier ones. haha! and im the only one who brought oranges. o.O&lt;br /&gt;had lunch. compare this. me eat, 1 plate of bee hoon with curry gravy and 1 potato. huijun eat, 2 plates of been hoon with double my curry gravy for both plates, at least 3 piece of potato, at least 1 piece of chicken, 1 slice of pizza,  garlic bread, winglet, cny snacks, cant remember if she had panda cake not and almost had yi mi fu zhou. o.O!!!&lt;br /&gt;went in shuting's room after that and played 2 games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440725217477835698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4FWwlRGu7I/AAAAAAAAAok/iMJQ9sI4dNo/s320/game1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saboteur. with shuting, huijun, eric, amelia and kimying. quite a fun game, but i lost until..... quite pathetic. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4FWxJAAnzI/AAAAAAAAAos/eAXJ8Db4bB0/s1600-h/game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440725227069808434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4FWxJAAnzI/AAAAAAAAAos/eAXJ8Db4bB0/s320/game2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and moose in the house. played with shuting, huijun and eric. funnier when huijun and eric played their own version. haha! shuting lost like siao. haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mahjong-ed afterwards. this year didnt play much. awww:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went home. talked in the train til we miss the stop. was suppose to drop at dhouby ghaut, but end up we went to outram and mrt back home. lolz. anyways. reached home. still super awake. how am i supposed to wake up by latest 6am? best solution, dont sleep til i reach home after the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall end here. so.. bye people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why should i always be the one to start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and what have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8586202055488350037?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8586202055488350037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8586202055488350037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8586202055488350037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8586202055488350037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-getting-lesser.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4FWwlRGu7I/AAAAAAAAAok/iMJQ9sI4dNo/s72-c/game1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-884055559535112036</id><published>2010-02-20T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:41:02.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartache; i dont know hy either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the longer the time, the lesser i think i know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;today. was really really crazy. i only had 2 freaking hours of sleep, and work up with a headache. but thats usually the case when i get not enough sleep. but this time, worst. my left ear was hurting like hell. you dont touch it, it felt like people pinching it. but when you went to touch it, it felt like the worst blue black i've ever had. i dont know whats going on, but i insisted myself to go to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thinking day rally was like some huge event girl guides hold every year. its when all your fellow guide friends from all around come to celebrate together on this special day. (we get to see overseas friends and friends we know from camps, but werent able to meet up after the camp ended.) but the items change every year, so if you miss it, then you miss it. too bad. but all i could say is that today, is really happening. haha! yes. of course the items were really great. its the 100th year of guides, so it has to be. but at the same time we can see people trying to snatch the limelight. hoarding the microphone and tada~ cues were given and ignored. super lolz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;huishan made me tie 2 plaits with them. and she was the one who gets to "play" with my hair. be honoured eh? haha! so.. the final product looks like....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440370989252630434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4AUlyS-V6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/H9CqkW9iMJk/s320/DSC00271%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nice eh? ohoh! and im amused by the length of my own hair suddenly. i didnt realise that by 2 years of laziness, it would have grown sooooo long! (i was too lazy to get my hair cut.. so it grew and grew and grew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440370997790064642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4AUmSGdQAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gMgi-QY7xtI/s320/DSC00270%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still... im not satisfied with my size. i still think i look fat. haha! time to slim down gabrielle!! =) my twist was cut off from the picture.. aww:(&lt;br /&gt;as you can see.. the singapore indoor stadium was quite empty by then. cause we werent allowed to use phone during guides. but, that of course, doesnt include me:) but i wasnt with my phone and was too lazy to bring it over. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440370980367478754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4AUlRMlr-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/i4NaFmwNmsw/s320/DSC00272%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;the event ended and people started to go on to the stage and get company photos taken with their newly achieved awards. i didnt take any, ms ng took a few company shots. ohoh! we managed to clinch 2 gold awards!! for both coy 1 and 2. smile smile smile:) we stayed for a little longer to get something done. and then we missed the bus back to school. so we decided to head towards kallang leisure park. did something really stupid with joanne. haha! fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach kallang leisure park. pet shop. omg!! i saw something i want to buy for doggie, but i stopped myself. i just spent 20 bucks on him yesterday, i cant possibly spend another 20 bucks on him again today. so i resist the temptation of buying good stuff for doggie, and walked out of the shop. see? im an overcomer! heh heh! we literally slacked at kallang leisure park. and then decided to go home. haha! we have spare 20 min while waiting for the shuttle bus and guess what we did?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440370973055815666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4AUk19Wj_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/ySwWP-BQhb4/s320/DSC00273%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!! yes! we're totally deprived of our childhood. i didnt sit in any. im just the photographer and video recorder. lolz. this was the 1st 2 bucks they spent on, the 2nd, i managed to capture a video, but no photos. heh heh. no video will be uploaded. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus came. and there was only one seat left. and since joanne was rushing home, we were kind enough to offer the seat left. so she shuttle bus-ed back home, alone. sad. went to take bus 11, and guess who we saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JEAN&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CASANDRA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;ms ng. (i've already told her that im not to be YA, she persuaded me, but im persistent. wonder if she gets the point?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home, bathed and went out again. omg! i was totally a zombie-fied panda after that. i seized every opportunity i had to catch some sleep. when bro's bathing, in the cab... etc. reached tampines and i heard the uncle said 10.95 bucks when it was actually 12.95 bucks. super embarrassing. haha! i was cheated to go over lo.. my mum said that she will be ordering abalone. so i assumed it was at some restaurant or what. end up? we just had dinner in a kopitiam. wth!! and dont even have vegetarian abalone, even more no need to talk about real ones. T.T felt so dumb in believing. zzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440371212852810930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4AUyzRaVLI/AAAAAAAAAoc/8XrnqIVzLLs/s320/movie1.jpg" /&gt;went for a movie after dinner. &lt;em&gt;percy jacksons and the lightning thief. &lt;/em&gt;i dont understand why my mum wants to go in THAT early. the screen was blank and there was music in the background. i almost fell asleep even before the show started. but when the advertisement start, i try to keep myself awake til the show starts. this show was awesome. or at least i thought it was. because it was able to keep me awake throughout. haha!! yea. speaks the reality a little. that when someone says they are willing to help, they end up being the one pulling you into deep shits. (super real. since it happened just recently)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;came out of the theatre pretty late. cabbed home. this time? bro paid for cab fair and midnight surcharges. haha! but was around the same price i guess? slept in the cab to preserve some energy for me to come home and blog. so.. im done and bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(i didnt mean to shout at you. its just that you couldnt hear what i said and i got a little frustrated repeating it again and again.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why is it that you had to hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-884055559535112036?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/884055559535112036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=884055559535112036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/884055559535112036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/884055559535112036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartache-i-dont-know-hy-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S4AUlyS-V6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/H9CqkW9iMJk/s72-c/DSC00271%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6669983186134223363</id><published>2010-02-19T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:02:18.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st. fun. 2nd. darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gabrielle, you're really dumb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whao! rhymes worx!! who cares. blogging is getting more and more boring nowadays. shall see what i can do:) &lt;strike&gt;oh my god! im talking more and more like....... never mind.&lt;/strike&gt; ok.. lets recap today's schedule. hah! was once again back to the sleeping at 5am habit. AGAIN! what to do? sleeping pills. haha! was supposed to wake up at 11am. i set 3 alarms as usual. 11am, 11.05am and 11.15am. yes people. a 5 min and 10 min interval. the first alarm was to wake me up from my BEAUTY SLEEP. but its always the case that i off my alarm and goes back to sleep. hence, the second one. by the time the second one go off, im supposed to be awake already. but i'll just lie on the super comfortable double bed of mine.. until the third one go off, then its officially time to wake up. so. yea. this is how things work for gabrielle after the time her freaking maid didnt wake her up for her prelim exams. what else can i do? i just have to depend on myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was way way way tiring for me. so. i woke up, smsed a little. and guess what? I WENT BACK TO SLEEP! woohoo~~ haha! then 12.30pm i jumped out of bed in shock after seeing the damn time. T.T brush teeth, wash face, change clothes. byebye home. lolz. yes people! i didnt comb my hair again! everytime im in a hurry, i dont comb my hair. but whats the point??? you comb, you walk out of house, the wind blow, nobody will actually realise you did or did not comb you hair. haha! bought a huge cake and went to school.. lalala~ reached school, wanted to go into the guides room and put the cake then i saw jean in there, turned and walked off immediately. hah! (she didnt see me:))&lt;br /&gt;canteen.. lunch. i dont know why, i dont eat, i get gastric pain. but i buy food, i got no appetite to eat. something is very very wrong with me. T.T ate a few mouthfuls, still hungry. but i really got no appetite. i forced myself to eat and swallow the last mouth. then thats it. i cant do it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went back to guides room. prepared the SUPER BIG birthday card for her:) but wasnt in time to cut the cake.. awww:( lots of things happened in between but its things that are unable to be put into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bused to chankat changi. and we sang birthday song for her. "presented" the SUPER BIG birthday card to her and tada~~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reached and settle everyone down. went out of the hall and had our wonderful wonderful birthday cake. its 1kg and 10 of us couldnt finish it. they were called to go in and im left to clear up. T.T nazirah mdm helped me:) went to the stage with them cause i was bored. haha! ohoh! we came out with a brand new punishment list. wahaha! new rules, new punishment. good luck to all. wtih sadistic people like gabrielle, i doubt any of you would like it. those who punish would love it, but those who are being punished will hate us for life. lolz. singing session ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to simei's shopping centre. huishan went specs shop.. the specs there are cheap!! but none to my liking. why is it so difficult to get a new spec? =.= maybe i should just change the frame and buy contacts instead. zzz. good idea eh?&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went pet safari.. o.O spent 20 bucks there 2 toys, 1 snack. chicken thingy stuff. haha! looks nice ma! but it says "mini steak" who cares!! looks nice can already. as long as theres no cheese, my dog eats everything. oh.. he dont eat raw vegetable also. =.= so clever right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;went food court to dinner. ordered korean chicken set. and i saw them preparing guo tie. its really really omg one!! 1 plate of guo tie, pour into a big pot, 1 drop, take up and wash at sink, throw in. i mean for goodness sake la! you at home do this i dont mind. but.. you're selling it leh.. or maybe at least you want to do this kind of things, do it when theres no customer or something la!! i really got nothing much to say. i mean what if your customer is someone from the food authority or somthing? then you'll be caught red handed right? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went home afterwards. made breakfast for tomorrow. and guess what people? i cant sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohoh! blogger is being kind today! they're allowing to upload photos. so will be uploading a few:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHOTOS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440014454257095026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S37QUt78EXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SOntCu2gfm0/s320/140210_,_jean%27s%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the birthday girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440014442211769394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S37QUBEG_DI/AAAAAAAAAns/HmNRRZecyVw/s320/DSC00264%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the ripped-apart birthday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. its not ants. its just the chocolate rice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440012234147497058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S37OTfYkBGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fLL-i9JJI0I/s320/DSC00267%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;toy 1. its actually a dental floss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440012223065979154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S37OS2GheRI/AAAAAAAAAnc/yC0lROq5s2Q/s320/DSC00266%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;toy 2. i dont know what this is, but it looks durable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440009875959268354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S37MKOcrRAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q3hVOP3on8c/s320/DSC00265%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the lovely snack:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6669983186134223363?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6669983186134223363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6669983186134223363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6669983186134223363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6669983186134223363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLZ4uSHrBPI/S37QUt78EXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SOntCu2gfm0/s72-c/140210_,_jean%27s%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7547823384327877502</id><published>2010-02-18T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:27:33.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;none at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really really miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt do anything much today. woke up. skipped lunch. bleach. READ STORYBOOK. (whao!) AND WATCHED TV. (another whao! part.) its been so long since i watched tv. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gabrielle needs to start exercising. really. im getting fatter and fatter. needs to swim. needs gym. needs any form of exercise. captains ball. badminton. whatever you can think of. should stop lazing around and start exercising. like what you've told me to. haha!&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i think im going to tell ms ng that im not going to be YA le. i really very scared i cannot cope. since its like 8 years. im kind of interested to learn tennis. abit dumb to go into a poly cca which i know nothing about, but i believe if my interest is there, it shouldnt be too difficult for me. and. shuting is going to join with me. so.. shouldnt be a problem if she there to help me. =) that should be all for today! byebye:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wo zhen de zhen de hao xiang ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mei you ni de jin tian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zhen de hen nan guo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xi wang jie xia lai de ri zi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bu hui xiang jin tian yi yang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7547823384327877502?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7547823384327877502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7547823384327877502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7547823384327877502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7547823384327877502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/none-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4431418990852980540</id><published>2010-02-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:08:02.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a yes or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you actually care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. wasnt really in a good mood. tried very hard to suppress the feeling. but i dont think i did as good as usual.&lt;br /&gt;woke up. smsed. com. sent job application form but the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;printer !@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;* took longer than expected. went to school. walked halfway, gastric pain. walked faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;reached school. eat. talked. crapped. heather and rachael came back to school. to sell tickets. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;short post today. dont feel like blogging. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should be happy that you cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;should i heed your advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sure to follow what you tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4431418990852980540?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4431418990852980540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4431418990852980540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4431418990852980540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4431418990852980540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-or-no-do-you-actually-care-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7094099734059923453</id><published>2010-02-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:14:09.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;awww...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because IT died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry people. wasnt able to post yesterday. so i will be posting both days in a post. will be an essay-length post. (although usually is already quite long.. hah!) so.. yesterday. was a freaking long day afterall. woke up rather early and got ready to go out. went ahma house.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, lots and lots of people were there. you totally have got no space to walk through the living room. meaning... you cant even get inside the house. totally omg. (buay zi dong also. say excuse me so many times le, then shift abit and expext me to walk pass that small crack in between 2 people. zai-ness. went in straight to my cousins room. played dai di:) without money. then finally that group of people went home.&lt;br /&gt;so we mrt-ed down to pasir ris and bus-ed down to my other cousin's house. played a round of mahjong. but was 1 person short. so we couldnt carry on. played poker. omg!!! i won 40+ bucks in just like 2h! damn shiok. owned dai di and blackjack. kept winning. dai di get all the pretty pretty cards. blackjack either i win points, or i little points, but the rest burst. so.. with just 50cents and 1 bucks bet i could win 40+ bucks..... imagine my luck then.&lt;br /&gt;went back to ahma house for dinner. then continued dai di. lost verything except 20 bucks. seriously. every year without fail. ahma house gamble sure lose money. big aunt's house, sure win until siao. haha! so.. was late already but they still want to continue. so we head to second aunt's house and played.&lt;br /&gt;went there... played. you owe mw, i owe you. in the end, we had to snatch my p1 cousin's little whiteboard over to record our debts. haha! starting was alright.. then i got more and more tired, i was heavily in debt. couldnt care anymore so i kept continuing to play. (this is why gamblers dont stop. cause they think that they're able to win back the money they've lost. but the fact that they cant do anything, but to keep increasing their debt, stays there.) ended up owe-ing them 50+ bucks and 30+ bucks. damn it. they said they're giving me a 50% discount. so it was supposed to be 25 and 15 bucks respectively. (at least thats what they said) i passed them a 50 bucks note, but nothing came back. hmmm... still wondering wheres my money.. oh.. we played til 4am. *claps* slept on the floor. and got bitten by something on my toe. was painful and itchy, so i went to the sofa and sleep while my bro still lying on their floor.&lt;br /&gt;today. woke up at 9am! whao! lay on the sofa for quite awhile and went home at 9.40am. bathed and prepare. then went back to lie on the bed before jingfang reach.&lt;br /&gt;but didnt lia long. less than 5 min. she came, then we went to cordelia's house. slacked abit. (AND HER MUM GAVE US ANG BAO! haha!) drink water, eat snacks, off we go. went busstop to wait for the bus 31. goodthing that this time it came quick.&lt;br /&gt;bus journey... was stoning throughout. haha! then at one point, suddenly me and jingfang turned to each other. haha! then we started laughing cause we felt that something wasnt right. AT THE SAME TIME! lolz...&lt;br /&gt;reached natalie's house. watched show. steamboat. all eat little bit then left. then before that me and jingfang heard her mum say "eat finish". best part. we clear the food, then her maid came and add again. then me and jingfang turned to each other "define eat finish" LOL! at last her dad joined, i really cmi le.. haha! continued show awhile went in her room. poker. blackjack&gt;dai di&gt;blackjack&gt;heart attack&gt;stress. at last back pain, then cannot take it le. haha! left and went parkway.&lt;br /&gt;went round and looked for someone's birthday present. decided on something but not sure if she have already not. so... yea. shall ask soon. went foodourt. had dessert. ta bao dinner home. dessert before dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;went taxi stand. jingfang long bang-ed me home. bathed. eat dinner. i dont know what im going to do next. see how.&lt;br /&gt;pssssst! i just realised im wearing a red fbt wit a red top. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if that isnt what you wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crazy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7094099734059923453?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7094099734059923453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7094099734059923453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7094099734059923453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7094099734059923453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8512592791708137830</id><published>2010-02-14T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:24:51.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're starting to open up to me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up pretty late today. on my laptop awhile. and chatted with bro on msn. abit =.= i know. haha. but thats how things work in my house. we're too lazy to go into each other's room. hence, the usefulness of our computers. 2pm. both of us were hungry. haha! so.. we headed down to ahma's house for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;cousins, dad, ahma were all there.. watched tv. played. bond. as usual. cousins went home. then me and bro was snatching that small little fan cause its damn stuffy in there and theres only one small fan. haiz. =( this is our way of bonding. so.. yea. just ignore us. kind of childish. but.. whatever. another "set" of cousin came. talked abit. all were freaking fascinated by me going into poly biotech. so.. kept going round and round the same topic. and then when we just wanted to go to aunt's house to bai nian, some freaking idiot (ahma's sister or something?) called and say that she's coming over. wth. =.= then bo bian. cousins had to come over first. then guess what. cause theres too many people, she couldnt keep track of who she had given the ang bao to. and she LEFT ME OUT! wth!!!!!!!! and. yes. my p1 cousin went to open it in the room and its only 4 bucks. so i dont really give a damn to go in front of her and beg for it or something. im not a beggar. zzz. and then i went to sit down in the living room and the conversation goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;ahma: she's ah huat(my dad) daughter lo..&lt;br /&gt;women: oh... very pretty leh..&lt;br /&gt;me: *=.=*&lt;br /&gt;women: she now still studying or?&lt;br /&gt;ahma: ya.. studying... errrr...&lt;br /&gt;me: poly.&lt;br /&gt;women: oh! very good ma.. so you this year how old?&lt;br /&gt;*short pause cause i thought ahma was going to reply*&lt;br /&gt;*ahma looks at me with a blur look*&lt;br /&gt;women: 20 years old?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;a href="mailto:*!@#$%"&gt;*!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;* 17 only la.&lt;br /&gt;women: orh~ then your bro?&lt;br /&gt;*short pause again*&lt;br /&gt;*ahma stares at me again*&lt;br /&gt;women: 19 years old?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;a href="mailto:*!@#$%^&amp;amp;*!@#$%"&gt;*!@#$%^&amp;amp;*!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;* 20 year old&lt;br /&gt;wth!! so i actually look older than my bro.. T.T chao lao. wth. seriously. who cares about that ang bao.. 4 bucks only. but ilook like a 20 and my bro look like a 19?! not fair. hng!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and another thing. my cousin, lester, came. then ahgong was talking to his parents. then ahgong suddenly came over and said. "i cannot recognise you" pointing at lester. then everyone laughed. then he turn to me and said "i starting cannot recognise you either.. i thought you're hong chin's(brother) girlfriend" WTH! then aunt said "oh.. cause all grow up le, then the looks change ma" but still........ haiz. today is such a misunderstanding day for me. sad sad life.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. was too bored upstairs listening to the old people talk, so me, bro and 4 other cousins went downstairs playground and played. o.O then i think lester couldnt take it either, so he came down and joined us. blahblahblah. then went back up. all was gone. and we went off to aunts house.&lt;br /&gt;lorry-ed there. wheee~ reached there, played poker. won lots of money. heh heh. 17.50. but compared to yesterday.. still.... haiz. returned home. bathed. and com-ed. maybe going to have a mini alcohol party in my room with bro later. since mum bought so much for us. haha! im hungry... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... shall wait patiently for the "party" to start. heh! byebye people.&lt;br /&gt;the reading of my zodiac (from what i heard from my ahma) that i should avoid arguments. and be cautious with what i eat. hmm.. so i listen to it? better be safe than sorry? or.. dont be so superstitious-i dont give a damn? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;days have pass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the trust between us is building up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish for it to continue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but is that going to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8512592791708137830?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8512592791708137830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8512592791708137830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8512592791708137830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8512592791708137830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-youre-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8208614724422073999</id><published>2010-02-13T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:05:42.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big bully:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to run away from you.. NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! lets see.. woke up at 11+. then smsed. eyes were freaking swollen. i look like goldfish la! lolz. and people. dont get the wrong idea. im not crying and neither did i cry the night before. nope. i wasnt crying in my dreams too. it was just swollen. went back to sleep at 12noon. then woke up again at 3pm. hah!&lt;br /&gt;lie on bed and smsed. watched bleach. and then plurk a little. then 5pm! yeah-ness!&lt;br /&gt;went ahma for steamboat. everything was precooked this year. and theres lots and lots of food. heh! but the only bad thing was. they eat.. use chiong one. then like. take this take that then everything done, put plate in sink, the end. lolz. was freaking ful after that. maybe cause there isnt enough time for digestion to take place. lolz. played blackjack afterwards. i lost like siao.&lt;br /&gt;went to cousin's house to continue. and yes. i continued losing money. so we stopped playing and we watched tv a little. cousin kept saying he want to return me the coins ive lost (but he wants to keep the notes) but all i could say is "ive lost the money to you and by taking them back means im a sore loser. so. im not a sore loser." its ok gabrielle... your money will fly back to you soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;came home. and have got nothing to do. im not supposed to sleep tonight. but im freaking tired. what to do? STAY AWAKE! and yes. its valentines once again. and ive got to stay at home alone again. every year. as usual. i thought. it should be the first time, this year, that i finally get to go out (since its chu yi) but yet.. all my relatives is busy with their other relatives. its kind of a cursed that gabrielle has to stay home alone for valentines. oh well. nobody wants me. so. just too bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;im done here and bye people! (i doubt theres anyone reading my blog. theres no point updating it when none is reading. maybe my blog lacks pictures. but there nothing i can do when blogger doesnt allow me to update any. sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did you, sort of, miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really wonder what you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trying to figure you out ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but its not an easy task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8208614724422073999?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8208614724422073999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8208614724422073999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8208614724422073999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8208614724422073999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-bully-i-want-to-run-away-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4439000774481784203</id><published>2010-02-12T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:47:34.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we were so close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet i dont know where you are. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a long and tiring day for me again. but yet. i still cant fall asleep on this bed again. something is very very wrong with either the bed, or its just me. lolz. so.. lets rewind the time back to today morning.&lt;br /&gt;morning. i was woken up by some idiot's sms that says "boo". yes you should know who you are. lolz. i literally jumped on the bed while lying down. i dont know how. but i just did it. haha! but its not exactly that person's fault my phone was just on my head, hence, that big shock. lolz. but before that there were 2 other smses, but nothing happened to me. (maybe its the person who sms me and not the sms itself. cause i realise that i could only wake up to that person's sms and i dont freaking know why either. weird and funny but kind of cool yea?) so as usual i lay on the bed and sms til shiok. and then slowly get off bed and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;saw lots of people but didnt have time to talk to them. so i ended up talking to none of them. cant help it. guides. everything was so cramped up and we just have to go down and help out. and get things done and over with. but somehow theres only 2 full rehearsals. i kind of expected more.. but....... who cares. i cant decide on anything right?&lt;br /&gt;went out afterwards. cordelia like never go out before. at the very start, i still have got the energy to play and try on rubi shoes with her. ended up walking out of the shop buying nothing. lolz. (does that means that i should go bai nian barefooted? lolz. hell no.) went around and shop for clothes for new year. yes its super last minute. but the bed just love me too much that it doesnt allow me to leave it. understand? *nods* haha! whatever la.. m just plain lazy. bought a dress, a jeans and a shirt. and guess what. i went home and read the words on the shirt and it doesnt make any sense at all.. =.= regretted buying it.. but at least i got.. a shirt to wear for new year. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;went cordelia's house afterwards cause i didnt want to go home. i just dont feel like it la. slacked. talked. did her homework. tv. went home.&lt;br /&gt;bathed. dinner. saw that theres still time, i went to on my laptop. and then lots and lots of people talked to me suddenly. why i usually also dont have so much people one... zzz. talked talked talked. i forgot about the time and was supposed to fetch aunt. her flight was 9.05pm and i left house at 8.55pm. damn pro right? haha! had to cab there. and it cost me 12 freaking dollars. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;* wth. im very broke. ive been cabbing here and there nowadays cause im too lazy to walk. zzz. i need exercise and i need to start saving again. have been spending money like water flowing out of the tap. so. i reached there at 9.20pm and the plane just landed. i wait and wait and they came out at only 9.40pm. =.= should have taken mrt instead. haha!&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to joo chiat. cause aunt's hotel is there. but there were 4 or 5 hotel 81 so we had to go to every single one to ask if its the correct one. zzz. found the right one, went in, damn budget. =.= thats what you get for 60 bucks hotel. and seriously. if you're so tight with your money, then dont complain.what you expect? you paid for a 1 star hotel pricing and get a 5 star hotel facility? dont be dumb and use your brain a little la. =.=&lt;br /&gt;went to tampines afterwards to look for uncle. then went for supper. i ate alot. going to grow fat again. haiz. im hungry. ut i just had dinner. something's wrong. went round to buy toiletries(because the hotel doesnt provide anything except toothbrush. LOL!) long bang cab them to hotel and then myself home. taxi uncle was super friendly. talked quite alot. and i think because my uncle told him they were from australia, he thinks that im from australia too. o.O and he was speaking to me in english. haha! found it quite fun. so i continued the conversation in english with him. yea. and the only thing both of us could understand was that.. why ite and jc students are allowed to pay their transportation fee under students' price, while poly students have to pay under adult. we're all from the same age group what... he said the school might tell us why. but i doubt so too. heh. maybe some day some petition might work. by then, we'll already be in the workforce or something. hah! yea. he keep telling me to study hard. yes i will. no matter what. but talking about that.. i need to first get rid of my laziness. its really getting onto my nerves. whats wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friends are like money;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hard to save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but easy to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're just like gold:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hard to save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;harder to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4439000774481784203?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4439000774481784203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4439000774481784203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4439000774481784203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4439000774481784203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-were-so-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6907049998237940829</id><published>2010-02-11T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:46:48.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:nab oal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to see you once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! was happily sleeping. and woke up cause of my damn dog. he was barking and barking non stop. AT NOTHING. =.= so i woke up. then he stopped. zzz! then i watched bleach. felt hungry. went to steam 12 siew mais and eat. haha! and then huishan asked me to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;craved for bubble tea. so i went to sweet talk and bought honey milk tea. =) &lt;em&gt;*super satisfied* &lt;/em&gt;went in school, captains ball. was fun at first. lots of commotion going on and the game paused. blahblahblah. then when we want to continue game, its already 5.15pm so we got to go up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal. still abit unfamiliar with the things. blahblahblah. got to teach them proper drills too. haiz. thinking day is so near and yet nothing is done. whatever. dont really feel like blogging much today about the activities.&lt;br /&gt;yes people. im getting more and more two-faced. and i hate that. 1 side i can say something good, the other side im bitching about you. i dont know whats going on. and i hate myself for that now. but i just couldnt stop myself. i just too much things is happening in my life right now. so better not let me have a chance to bitch about you. best is if you dnt let me know anything. unless i offer my help or whatever. i choose who are my real friends. and i'll try my very best to not bitch about you. its not that i want to. but i just need some one to talk to about all the things that is happening in my life and i hate it. i dont understand why i have to live in such a complicated world. but no one can change the situation. no one. not you, not you and definitely not you. so shutup. and let me move on with my life. dont tell me what to do. damn stress now. but is, at the same time, damn free. i dont know what the hell im stress with either. i can go on and on with this topic. and on and on with how much i hate myself. but guess im going to stop here. so.. byebye people:) i shall the real me. the ugly, bitchy one:( or the nice one:) i happy doing both now. so i'll my very best to stop the ugly, bitchy me from coming out to my life. this is the battle i have to fight myself and no one is able to help me. i believe its something everyone have to go through. to make yourself a better person or worser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least the thought is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though you were just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6907049998237940829?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6907049998237940829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6907049998237940829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6907049998237940829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6907049998237940829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/nab-oal-to-see-you-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7386561557169506154</id><published>2010-02-10T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:58:42.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smile like you never did:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! i totally forgot to update yesterday. so i shall post twice today. =) yes! i bet most of you all will think im not in a good mood yesterday. nope. its just that the things you all do pisses me off. o.O&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early to cook pasta for huishan and gang. cordelia ended lesseon early. so we went in to guides room and crap a little. and while cordelia was doing her homework, i rewrote the whiteboard again. and cleared things up in guides room a little. and the whiteboard marker ink on the whiteboard dried up so its quite difficult for us to clean it off. haiz. then people lesson ended so we enjoyed our pasta:) but i only ate like 2-3 mouthfuls? then im full already. so i left it for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;captains ball. lots of things happened. but none worth talking about. helped out with the sec 4s formation thing. wasnt really a good idea. but i dont think anyone realised i was pissed. so.. its over and lets just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;home. tired and tired and tired. lolz. ate the leftover pasta. bleach. then went to sleep. yesterday was a long day. and tiring one too. and yes. ive got a blister in a blister on my left leg and a blister on my right leg and a tiny weeny one on my left hand. my chinese new year is going to be so blis(ter)ful. o.O and the injury on my left hand is heal rather fast. so its a good thing. =) wonder where i'll be going on this new year. is anyone from my house even celebrating? or what? shall ask aunt and follow her around. heh.&lt;br /&gt;its been decided. lets await for the good news (for most people)/bad news (for some people). shall see how things go... The unravel of a chapter in my life:) to look forward, or to regret it. its for me to choose and not for you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but im just happy you remembered me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7386561557169506154?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7386561557169506154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7386561557169506154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7386561557169506154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7386561557169506154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6732025522810641927</id><published>2010-02-09T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:34:09.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never leave my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i might miss what you've sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people! yes yes yes! chinese new year is coming soon! but the chinese new year spirit is getting lesser and lesser.. like.. no one is giving a damn about it anymore. or maybe the culture aint there anymore. or its twisted since for the children means getting angbao money and not the getting together. as for my house... no one even bothered to bring out the decorations. i doubt anyone will be invited to my house this year. once again. history repeats by itself eh? but anyways! you people can still come if you want. there's like a carton of alcohol in my fridge. lolz!anyone wants steamboat at my house? =)) but im kind of broke. so i need people to share cost with me. lolz. anyone?&lt;br /&gt;and yes. once again valentines day is coming. and it clashes with chinese new year's chu yi, the busiest day. i pity those with stead. cause they would be in such a dilema whether to go out with their beloved boyfriend, or their family.. haha! but. if they love each other, they would be more understanding and make the right choice. =) so. happy valentine's day to all lovers. may all stay sweet together. kind of early to wish. but since im on this topic now. heh! i believe i will forget about it since i dont have anyone to spend it with. lolz. so.. i'll be going around to bai nian. =)&lt;br /&gt;dont think i'll be receiving anything for this year's valentine's, since all is separated already. aww.. but i dont expect much cause i dont buy anything for anyone for valentines day.. =X&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! jeans birthday is coming up. got to save some money to buy a birthday cake for her.. =)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. today isnt worth talking about. cause theres nothing to talk about. bleach. eat. sleep. bleach. done. haha! yea. thats all. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope you're coping well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope you're doing fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although we're talking lesser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it hurts to see you struggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or at least i can feel you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6732025522810641927?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6732025522810641927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6732025522810641927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6732025522810641927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6732025522810641927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-leave-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-751320231766223070</id><published>2010-02-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:52:52.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the first time ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was about you and not about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! woke up at 1pm. lolz. had the scariest nightmare ever. lolz! some of you might know what happened. hah!&lt;br /&gt;yes. i rot at home today. watched bleach. eat and eat and eat. oh! i left my lasagne in the microwave oven til now! i wonder what happened to it.. maybe it exploded or something. haha! CHOY! shall go check later on. so.. today is really really very boring.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;went out afterwards with my mum. was super boring too. i thought she said "uncle want to buy bedsheet all this for new year" I THOUGHT we are going to tampines mall.. so i was thinking.. since i have yet to buy my new year clothes.. why not go out with my mum, then i can save abit of money too.. THEN! i thought wrong. very wrong. they went to house downstair the mini market area to buy the things. =.= reminder to self: "always ask where we're heading to. dont assume things myself. cause great hopes may lead to great disappointments." oh! best part of the mini market.. free tabbing:) you'll soon understand what i mean cause i dont want to get caught for it. =X&lt;br /&gt;oh people! be jealous.. mum's going to give me another 100 bucks to buy new year clothes~~~ yeah-ness! smile smile smile:) i think i should go check on my lasagne now. haha! but im too full to eat it.. what happens, happens to the lasagne. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. today is a day when i get stunned by the replies people give me. not one, not two, but three. or maybe more just that i cant remember. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can tell you're tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can tell you're stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i couldnt do anything to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;call me failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;call me whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll accept everything and not argue back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because its the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-751320231766223070?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/751320231766223070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=751320231766223070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/751320231766223070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/751320231766223070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3317397066592498335</id><published>2010-02-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:08:06.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i cannot differentiate the difference anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did you say it cause you cared, or just for the sake of asking me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up super super early! ok la.. not that early la. lolz.10+am. cleared my room! FINALLY! then i swept the floor and mopped the place (with a rag. dont ask why. long story man:( haiz.) twice! 1st time with dettol 2nd with clear water. my room is freaking clean now. and!!! i changed my bedsheet too! oh yes! it soo.. feel like new year to me now. hah!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. at 12.30pm (and again i was late) i met jingfang at the mrt station and headed to ntuc to buy food! cabbed home after that, then i started cooking. yea. then the rest came over. was busy in the kitchen until doggie came rushing out of the room. and i got bitten:( cordelia too:( crazy dog. this is why no one likes him. he's leading a sad sad life. hah!&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. the vegetable stew kind of failed? but my and emily was "experimenting" with it. we threw in lots and lots of sauce. haha! and it ended up to be quite nice. o.O pasta too little sauce. aww:(&lt;br /&gt;mini buffet in room. doggie was too noisy. so i opened up caesar for him to eat! and he didnt eat. break my heart. (yea.. its confirmed that he hates cheese. but how can it be that his owner loves cheese so much and he hates cheese? haiz.) anyways. i closed the room's door. then continued eating. open the door long long long time later, the food is gone already. i wonder whether is he ate it? or my maid threw it away. o.O&lt;br /&gt;crap talk play home. then nothing much is left. i havent bathe yet, im all sticky. but im tired. i still want to watch bleach. should i do it tomorrow? since ive got nothing to do tomorrow too... hmmmmmmmmmmmm... shall see if im still tired after i bathe. maybe an episode or two.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! my mum cannot say anything a my pillow smelling bad already. cause joanne and emily also like it! haha! see? it smells nice and im not alone on this stand. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you really cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be as happy as a lark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i think im thinking too much again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;youwouldnt have cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im believe you just ask for the sake of asking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3317397066592498335?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3317397066592498335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3317397066592498335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3317397066592498335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3317397066592498335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cannot-differentiate-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3627642946425369124</id><published>2010-02-06T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T05:20:57.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you dont even care:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what can i do? haiz............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday slept super super early. 7.30pm jiu sleep le. i think. haha. kind of deprived of sleep. anyways! i woke up very very early today ok?! woke up at 7am. prepare, bathe. then wait for sms.. wait wait wait... 7.50am. zzz. then go out of house. buy bubble tea. buy mr bean blah blah. then go school. damn SIAN! good thing i graduate le. lolz. went through 3 years of sian-ness already. today 4th. o.O is it counted? haha! anyways. nothing to talk about the rehearsal la...&lt;br /&gt;moving on. captains ball. hahahahhaha! we played. but didnt want the big shots to find out. cause most of them wearing full u. and we went into the ISH. o.O and yes! i think i sprained my leg. before the game started. cause i was snatching ball with emily. haiz.... the pain is getting worser and worser. i think is sprain la. i dont know how it feels like to sprain my leg? think i said it alot of times le? but i still dont know. cause i expect the pain to be unbearable. but since i could bear with it, i dont think its a sprain. (what kind of logic is that? =.= gabrielle's own logic. lolz.)&lt;br /&gt;yea. came home... i dont feel like packing my room again. but its damn dirty and untidy. so... yes. im going to pack today, sweep and mop tomorrow before they come. and i need to go grocery shopping again. cause they request for lunch suddenly. lolz. shop and save is earning lots of money from me everytime i go grocery shopping. and! i think im cabbing back home... I THINK! dont say i rich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me what you're thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really dont understand you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3627642946425369124?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3627642946425369124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3627642946425369124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3627642946425369124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3627642946425369124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-even-care-what-can-i-do-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8855276410167537038</id><published>2010-02-05T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:29:00.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extended timing:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not alternate anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dying soon. come for my funeral yea? illness: lack of sleep. dont laugh ok?! its serious! when do you see pigs that dont sleep? although only 1 day, but torturous enough for this pig over here already. lolz. i was tossing and turning and tossing and turning for the whole night but i still cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;end up 7 like that whole family wake up already. then i walked out of room too! why? cause im hungry. lolz. went to cook tang yuan. =)) so long no eat le. but its like.. i wanted 5, then i see, left 5.. aiya cook everything la. then i pour all 10 into the pot. haha! end up i only ate 6 then too full already. so long never watch tv le. on tv, tom and jerry! lolz. still small. finish eating, went back to room.&lt;br /&gt;not to sleep. but to pack. yes people. although its still very very untidy, but was way better than before. im going to continue packing tomorrow. today... cmi already. tomorrow after guides. then sunday before they come, the finishing touches. o.O totally cannot tahan the heat. so i went to bathe. (since when gabrielle will bathe in the afternoon one??)&lt;br /&gt;went to school after that. to help emily and cordelia sew their ranks and badge respectively. emil'y rank was ok... but cordelia's badge was &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;* the throead kept getting tanlged up for nothing. so i gave up aft 1 badge. haha! (oh oh! i saw mdm eng. and she almost couldnt recognise me. haiz. sad life. and i got suaned because of that.)&lt;br /&gt;lunch. o.O the auntie remember i always order minced meat, but this time i order roast meat, she was like "eh? today you dont want minced meat meh?" lolz. anyways. my stomach is totally shrinking. i almost couldnt finish the plate of rice.. i had to stuff it in my mouth. =(&lt;br /&gt;guides. totally omg! when im listening to them sing, i feel like sleeping la! not cause it was bad. cause it was too... erm? i dont know what that word. and im just too tired. lolz. then "singspiration" high-ed at first, but way tired. had little energy left. aww..&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah. as usual taps stuffs. and im too tired to type everything out already. whatever. nobody even cared about my blog. or rather. nobody will even care about me. im guessing this blog is only read by THAT ONLY FEW. yea.. no point.&lt;br /&gt;SO! i should go sleep now. im too tired to even bathe already. tomorrow morning ba.. goodnights people! im KO-ing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what did i do wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that you have to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what you did to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today? answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8855276410167537038?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8855276410167537038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8855276410167537038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8855276410167537038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8855276410167537038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/extended-timing-its-not-alternate.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1890321798806224323</id><published>2010-02-04T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:14:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all that i wanted is you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was as though you were there with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12mn already! a start of a new day, the end of the previous. yes people. maybe day today was... totally cool:)&lt;br /&gt;1st. i slept at 6+am in the morning. i couldnt sleep la! haha! and i was waking some people up from their sweet dreams. o.O who cares. so they went to school and i finally fell asleep. like.. FINALLY! haha! i didnt really sleep well. wake up sleep wake up sleep. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1pm and then prepared to go out. just nice i went in my room, saw heather calling me. i got like 5 miss calls from heather and rachael. o.O went out and TADA~! we reached bugisat around 2pm. not really very HIGH today. cause i got minor headache still. shopped around. (rachael forgot how yinghao look like.) i saw him. said hi, he stunned, i think. then best part. i was walking while saying hi. and both of them thought that i was talking to the.. erm.. the big price label thing in BHG. whao!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. 3pm. went for sakae buffet. our stomachs totally shrunk la! its like. gabrielle is eating lesser and lesser. but why????? and we forgot about our desserts and the wakame/kitsune thing? side dish? i dont know. dont really care either. went and walk around but couldnt find anything to spend money on. o.O&lt;br /&gt;then we went to cold storage for my food stock up. cause they said constantly eating maggi mee isnt good for my health. but still! we bought microwavable items. (its processed food. same what?) and. errr.. is me who bought la. they chose. lolz. i forgot abought drinks and tidbits. haiz.. anyways. we went home afterwards and im too lazy to get my butt off the bed. (but yes. i've already bathed.)&lt;br /&gt;so. i'll be going to school early tomorrow. shall see all of you all then. bye for now! =) its kind of fast blogging today. i wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the alternate factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe you got mood swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one day you treat me well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the other day you treat me like i was invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i always that invisible to people around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1890321798806224323?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1890321798806224323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1890321798806224323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1890321798806224323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1890321798806224323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-that-i-wanted-is-you-it-was-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-43876727827596614</id><published>2010-02-03T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:38:29.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause you initiated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry people! i forgot to update today. so there will be 2 post for today.. er.. yea. today. hmmm... lets see. today was a really great day for me:) woke up at 12+pm. yes. im a pig. whatever. then lay on bed til about 2+pm. (i was smsing!! and of course too lazy to get out of my bed. my bed love me too much. cannot blame.) then prepare to go to school. loads of things to carry. cordelia's english assessment books. and huishan's emaths, amaths, phy and chem assessment books. and of course my precious phone and wallet. haha!&lt;br /&gt;walk to school at about 2.30pm? with the heavy heavy books. =( and yes. i was trying to sms with all the things im carrying:) trying to be smart la.. but replied quite slowly. anyways. i reached school and bought milo and peach tea. (i kept having craving for milo this few days. i wonder why.) and ate nasi lemak from the chinese stall.. but the nasi lemak ingredients are getting lesser and lesser. and the rice is also getting more and more. ohoh! i saw black face today!! wheeeeeeeeee...(maybe we should stalk her to make her more irritated or something. LOL! the joy of life:))&lt;br /&gt;moving on.. drill practice. i dont really know what i can say. haha! cause i wasnt really drilling them. (and and! i realised that my brain is rusting! i forgot the gm cheer first. then i forgot something else that i have forgotten what it is. errr.. ya. and now the sizing commands are fading away too.. NOOOOOOO!!! come back to me my precious brain..) anyways. drills. all i can say is... more practice. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... i came home and i did lots of things. i compiled... errrr... nvm. then i went on to pack my room. guess what. i was near the finishing already. and then i wasnt happy with it, then i took out everything and repacked it again. SERIOUSLY! gabrielle! stop doing that. no wonder packing is never ending for you. anyways. im re-starting to repack my stuff. and now. even better. im labelling every single corner of my room. =.= (yes. theres even a corner labelled "tissue paper! =.=" in my room. haha! i got nothing better to do la! holiday is boring.)&lt;br /&gt;oh people! i got lots of foolscap and exercise books. i can spare you all everything. can use it as.... rough paper! yes!&lt;br /&gt;ok.. something scary just happened. i stacked two drawers on top of each other long long time ago. (when i just started packing.) nothing happened... then now... the box at the top suddenly dropped down with a loud bang. wth! how how how? maybe i should pretend nothing happened and go to sleep right? =X&lt;br /&gt;i just realised. its been a long time since people had come to my house. but with the state of my room now.. im guessing its nearly impossible for people to come.. so.. lets wait til one day gabrielle finally finish packing her room to her satisfaction. then she'll start inviting people over. maybe this sunday? anyone? nvm. just ignore this. i will sms those whom i want them to come. haha! ITS MY HOUSE:)&lt;br /&gt;guess thats all for now.. maybe i should... sleep now? or continue packing? hmmmmm.. sleep. just in case. hah! oh yea. i need you people to reply to this if you really did read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOULD I OR SHOULD I NOT BE A YA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today is one of the days you treat me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you pei-ed me throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you initiated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not once but twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its something i should be happy about:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;amp; congratulations to you:)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-43876727827596614?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/43876727827596614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=43876727827596614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/43876727827596614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/43876727827596614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile-cause-you-initiated-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-314224380460566685</id><published>2010-02-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:14:54.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thats what you said:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i doubt what i saw:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes people, im back! haha! well.. today wasnt much either. slept late. woke up. sleep. wake up. sleep. wake up. in between were just smses to read and reply what people had sent ma. not that i didnt sleep well. haha!&lt;br /&gt;so. finally woke up. then.. packed my room. oh yea people! i found 200 bucks. dont jealous. lolz. hmmm... i didnt really pack much today. wasnt really in the mood to do packing. haha! theonly joy in packing is that i can find loads and loads of money. yea. so i stopped at about 5+ and went to bro's room.&lt;br /&gt;watched bleach a little.. then i dont really know what im doing already. i feels ike ive done alot. but the fact is, i didnt do anything. haiz. something is wrong with me today.&lt;br /&gt;anyways! im reading up about university admission already. but.. i doubt i can even get into one. but its better to have an aim than to have no goal in life. yeps. so.. thats all for today. byes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really dont know what you want from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-314224380460566685?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/314224380460566685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=314224380460566685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/314224380460566685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/314224380460566685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-what-you-said-but-i-doubt-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6305486765956811241</id><published>2010-02-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:55:39.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that familiar dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what does it actually means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello friends! lolz. yea. today was again a do nothing day for me again. woke up quite early today.. but was bored. so i went back to sleep again and woke up at 2.30pm instead. haha! anyways. watched bleach the whole day. did nothing. kind of sick of holiday life already. like.. theres nothing to do..  dont really know how to say. just sick of it. unless i can find friends to go out with. but most of them are already in school. so.. yea.&lt;br /&gt;i should pack my room tomorrow. haha! and. yea. get things done.&lt;br /&gt;by wednesday i should be able to know if i can get a job at bishan hq not. so.. til then. i shall enjoy first. mmhmm. im seriously in need of cash. have been spending way too much money already. still haven bought specs, contacts, new year clothes, bag and school stuffs. so... i really need to work for the money.&lt;br /&gt;oh! and. thursday. i might be going for shabu shabu dinner buffet with rachael and heather. anyone wants to come along? heh.&lt;br /&gt;-interrupt abit- i saw a freaking big lizard on the wall right now. wth! what has my brother been feeding it with? seriously!! damn huge. (and its chasing a mosquito. =.= looks riduculous. haha! better not laugh incase it drops into my mouth.)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. as i was saying. shabu shabu buffet. its not confirmed yet. cause they're still not sure what time they end their orientation. oh well. lets not get too excited. cause i might end up not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today.. got nothing more to say. =) oh yea. wheres our testimonial? shouldnt it be a compulsory item that schools are supposed to give them out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which is more important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im scared that your answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is not what i want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somethings are better left unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6305486765956811241?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6305486765956811241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6305486765956811241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6305486765956811241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6305486765956811241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-familiar-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-330592895476711945</id><published>2010-01-31T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:16:54.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i kept thinking about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but im too gutless to know whats going to happen:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early today. but later than what ive expected. went rachael's church today. hmmm... my stomach got abit of problem.. keep very pain.&lt;br /&gt;went marina with rachael and her mum afterwards. her mum treat me eat billy bombers' meal!!! haha. first time eat. but cause of my stomach pain again. i couldnt eat much. just ate the fish. went shopping for awhile, then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;didnt really head home. went cordelia's house. first time. looking at cordelia and emily do biology is so freaking funny. should have taken a video down. lolz. yes yes yes people! i miss doing homework. =( i know its weird. but i just miss it. the days when we meet up together. the days we stayed back together. the days we had to rush home from to school just to finish up homework. the days we stayed up til late night just to finish up the homework. (not everytime tho. just those that we feel like doing. haha.) then most of them start to stop doing their homework already, and we started talking and crapping. hah! left at around 10pm and then headed home. was supposed to cab home with jingfang, but then there wasnt any cab. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at around 10.45pm, bathed and cooked maggie mee to eat. AGAIN. im still hungry. but im not going to eat anymore. im tired but not sleepy. what to do? bleach-time. haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i should continue packing my room again, either tomorrow or the day after. but im too lazy. shall see what happens. and i might be going to work soon. if theres any vacancy. i still feel like slacking at home a little longer, but.. im really in need of money. what to do? off to work. soon. if im able to. hah!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my leg is still hurting. *cries til my tears form a river* it would be better if it meanders to your house and i can cruise my way there. fat hope gabrielle, fat hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but im afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that you would leave me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what should i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-330592895476711945?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/330592895476711945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=330592895476711945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/330592895476711945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/330592895476711945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-kept-thinking-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-5946231437950220028</id><published>2010-01-30T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:11:20.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... drifting apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yes we are. theres no point deluding myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people. i kind of ALMOST forgetten to blog today. haha! my bad. anyways. today was a total-do-nothing day for me. wokeup at 12+pm and smsed abit. was too bored so i went back to sleep. and the heat was totally killing me. woke up again at 2.30pm and went to my kitchen to hunt for food. hah! but i couldnt find anything. =.= so.. i was too lazy to cook myself. and i made my maid cook maggi mee for me (with bacon and egg. yum yum!) while i wen to bro's room to watch bleach. yes people. ive finished naruto and is moving on to watch bleach while waiting for new episodes of naruto to be uploaded. and the obvious reason i went to bro's room to watch is.. one. the internet connection is better in his room cause the router is there. and two. my room was too messy to stay comfortable while watching. food came. ate finish. bro come home. with a super super foul mood. who cares what happened to him. but he chased me out of his room!!!!! damn.&lt;br /&gt;went to living room instead. continued watching but not as comfortable cause doggie keep coming over to disturb me. =( and my dad was smoking. my bro too and the smoke diffused here and there. i was totally strangled by that smell. so i covered my nose with my pillow. heh! seriously. i think im getting lung cancer soon if this is going to continue for the rest of my life. haiz. bro went out and i immediately moved back to his room.&lt;br /&gt;*open door* whao! cannot tahan sia!!! the smell totally "rushed out" from his room. seriously!! why do people like smoking that much? anyways. went into his room. continue watching bleach. dinner. blahblahblah. then now im here. blogging. kind of boring eh?&lt;br /&gt;people!!! who wants to go sushi/shabu shabu buffet with me? craving.... haha! or maybe i should go with my mum so that she'll be paying for it. lolz. good idea eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i still dont admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to tell it to me yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and not me assuming it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i will not accept the facts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;til the day you tell me that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-5946231437950220028?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5946231437950220028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=5946231437950220028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5946231437950220028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5946231437950220028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3292379332701338155</id><published>2010-01-29T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:27:00.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An unexpected ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who would have known that there are so much twists in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back for guides today. as usual. haha! guides was rather...... boring. haha! pity them. they had to practice their song for thinking day. (i wonder why is it that we always sing song for thinking day. hmmmmmm...) anyways. they didnt bring their song lyrics. and i kind of failed to write the lyrics on the board. cause each time i start writing for a song, they finish singing the song already. lolz. and. lastly when im writing the last song while they are singing the 3rd song, the visualiser? is up. SERIOUSLY! haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. then they split up. im kind of in charge of the sec 3s. had to play "march of the penguins" for them to watch. i went out of the classroom to slack abit. they cant. cause they need to finish up the worksheet (supposedly to be after the show.. but.. oh well. hah!) so.. i kind of help them to cheat? nope. not cheat. its just that we are good and lenient (if you say i bhb, then go on and tell miss ng what i did. im sure she'll be more than happy to let you re-watch the video and redo the paper. heh heh..) the show finally ended. FINALLY!! haha. then comes a short 10 minutes break. wonder if they did went to buy drinks without permission not. hmmm.. i shall believe in them and assume that they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;so. was supposed to play captains ball straight after the break. but the netballers were using the court. and they were kind enough to let us have the court by ending cca abit earlier. mmhmm. so. while waiting for them to give us the court, we had a mini mini singspiration. and i failed all the songs. suddenly. wrong lyrics! oh well. im already a graduate. haha! who cares! since it was a mini singspiration we only did GM cheer and cannibal king.&lt;br /&gt;the netballers then allowed us to use the court. but it was already 5.50pm by then. so. we planned to have TAPS first. then captains ball. and yes! in that short 15 minutes captain ball game, im injured. by who? i dont know either. haha! huishan ran and step on my leg. but that nothing. then after awhile, someone ran pass me then something happened. my toenail broke. i stand there, stunned. lolz. saw my freaking blood dripping. but not yet on the floor. went straight to the water cooler. saw huishan there. ask her help me take plaster, while i intended to clean my wound there. then i thought.. "water cooler. cold water.. sure damn pain de. nahh.." limp, hop, run to toilet. cause i didnt want the blood to drip on the ground. pour water on my wound. from pain, til numb, til not pain anymore. lolz. went back to the court, plaster. and then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i continued playing:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and then again. more and more painful. til im able to adapt to the pain already. sounds wrong. but yes. haha! then play halfway, hand pain. look look see see. theres a scratch on my hand. zzz. i wonder who scratched me. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;the game ended. went to guides room. then nobody wants to go dinner with gabrielle:( so we went home. my toe is starting to hurt again while blogging. and i dont know why. doggie suddenly stick to me alot. he pushes my hand away from the keyboard. i think he want to play. haha! but dad chased him out of the room. too bad:)&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post pictures for you people. but the internet doesnt allow me to do so. tried for more than an hour already. haiz. and. doggie is just beside me again. i really wonder want he wants. and! he unplug my USB cable!! how the hell he did that? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish for an unexpected twist in my life too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i pray and i pray for it to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3292379332701338155?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3292379332701338155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3292379332701338155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3292379332701338155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3292379332701338155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8509675465470945861</id><published>2010-01-28T00:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:43:01.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you remembered me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im glad that you did.. smile smile smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! today was really a fufilling day for me. although i didnt finish packing my whole room. but i packed most of it. which is a good start. packed all that im supposed to give to casandra in a box already. however, the thought of bringing it out and passing it to her is scary. why? cause, 1 A4 paper box was only enough to fill the worksheets im giving her. theres still tys and guide books. whao! imagine the amount of notes our sec 3 and 4 teachers gave. and of course the amount of undone worksheets i have. (not all tho, some of it were done on foolscap so i decided to give it to her too. haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i need people to give me suggestions. should i keep my past year examination scripts, or throw them away? or maybe sell to the &lt;em&gt;gurung guni&lt;/em&gt; guy. seriously. its one whole pile, even without the examination scripts. i think i can easily earn 10 bucks from that pile of unwanted papers. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i have yet to unpack my luggage. =( its ok. ive still got 2 more months to get things done. but if im going to work... then.. good luck to me. haha! i really dont know what to do with all my textbooks as well.. i wanted to keep it as souvenir, but its taking up way too much space. and if im going to poly, im sure i'll need the space for my new textbooks and notes right? haiz. but if im going to give it away, nobody would want it already. or maybe i'll even get scolded. haha! imagine this "walao! never say earlier.. we all buy new textbook le then you tell us you giving away your textbooks.. see la.. make us waste money" haha! yes people. scary friends i got eh? joking joking.&lt;br /&gt;(you know what people? i can feel that my english has improved. somehow. as compared to sec 4.) ive got nothing more to blog about already. so. byebye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know my blog is abit boring. theres no pictures!! all words words words. but seriously.. im too lazy to post pictures. haiz. what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes you remebered me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im happy, truely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but its only day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what about the other days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will we still remain the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;better, or worser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reassure me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8509675465470945861?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8509675465470945861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8509675465470945861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8509675465470945861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8509675465470945861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-remembered-me-im-glad-that-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-9118037837531404208</id><published>2010-01-27T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:06:55.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im afraid to lose you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but im also afraid of telling you the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey people! im posted into biotech in temasek poly. still. ive yet to find someone going to the same faculty. haiz. all business course one.. anyways. for the time being. (i dont know if ive said this before) im going to blog in full form. as well as increase my english standard. i dont know how. im just going to do it. and. im going to slim down before school start also. im not sure how im going to do it. most probably starve myself since i dont really eat lunch or something? haha. but not going to do that often.&lt;br /&gt;i really really want a ipod touch. but i got no money to buy la!!! i think i spent about 1k for the whole holiday le. and still i haven got anything that is neccessary. for eg, my new specs, contacts and new year clothes (dont really believe in that. just think that if i believe in it, my mum will give me more money to buy new clothes. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went back for guides today. to play captains ball with them. its time for me to exercise already. but abit fail. play halfway, me and jean sitting in the middle of the court to talk. haha!  as in not middle middle. but at the side, still blocking their way. went dinner with emily, huishan, joanne and cordelia. had chicken chop. yum yum! (that casandra pang sair us.. =()&lt;br /&gt;came back home, super tired. fell aslp on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. time to pack my room. forever i say that, forever i didnt do it de. why gabrielle? why? cause i was too lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;anyways! goodluck and goodnight JC people! its late already. go and sleep now. haha! you all have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the art of confession..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im too afraid that you'll leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to tell you that i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but how? teach me people, teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-9118037837531404208?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/9118037837531404208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=9118037837531404208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/9118037837531404208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/9118037837531404208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-afraid-to-lose-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-778195199855965321</id><published>2010-01-26T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:51:31.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im left alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how could you do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall try typing without using shortforms. haha! spent the whole day at home without doing anything. was planning to pack myroom. but was too lazy. wanted to play dragonica but the internet connection at home sucks like hell. so end up didnt play too. so.. i actually planned to do lots of things today. but end up getting nothing done.&lt;br /&gt;lets see. should i get a job? 1st reason to why i should get a job. im quite short at cash now.i wan lots of things. bt dont really have the cash to buy it. which is sad. =( 2nd reason. im slacking around at home doing nothing. why not go out and work to gain some experience or at least get something done? 3rd reason. i miss my work. tho tiring. but i miss the people there. and i think thats the main reason. (but seriously.. why am i missing them so much, when i dont really know them? and for some who i didnt really talk to at all.. weird) 5th reason. ive got cool music to listen to everyday which is double coolness. &amp;amp; actually ive got more reason. i know i have them in my head. but then i just cant think of any to jot them down. what to do?&lt;br /&gt;as for reasons why i dont want to work. 1st. im already used to slacking around at home. sleeping late and waking up late is already my sort of thing. waking up early for work is such troublesome work for me. 2nd reason. people going to JC are already starting school. means i cant go out with them anymore. which also equals to me staying at home to slack everyday. and most importantly, this is my last few days to hang out with them. 3rd reason. i hate interviews!! and i dont want retail jobs. 4th reason. work equals more criticism for me. will i be able to tolerate? 5th. im not one that is good in office work or whatever? so how? &amp;amp; more and more. lazy list le. but the thing is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suddenly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont understand how things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont understand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whats happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-778195199855965321?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/778195199855965321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=778195199855965321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/778195199855965321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/778195199855965321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-left-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3469603504319033281</id><published>2010-01-25T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:50:50.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im going to miss you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bt i dun even noe u all. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. past 3 days i've been wrkig at expo for the gain city fair. sell logitech stuffs. its oni when u go to these kind of fair to wrk then u'll realise hw kiam siap singaporeans are. haha! oni wan discount aft discount. lolz. wrk isnt really fun la.. to b honest. bt the ppl i gt to noe there is nt bad. long wrking hrs, lil break time. and best of all.. u cant sit down. so nxt time. when u go to tis kind of fair, b nice to the ppl. haha. coz its very tiring. they hv to reach earlier then all of u to prep and end ltr than all of u to pack. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;lunch timing there is pretty early. 11am!! whao! so.. u all shd noe.. i skipped lunch for the whole of 3 days. lolz. and for the last day.. i didnt eat anyting until i went hm, bathe rest use com, midnite 2+ 3 buay tahan le, then go cook maggi mee to eat de. lolz. and for the 1st time ppl say i eat fast. lolz. coz i took abt 5-10 min to finish my meal. haha!&lt;br /&gt;didnt really hv a chance to walk ard bt the fair lyk.. quite alot of tings lo. wadever u can find in normal gain city, u can find there.. bt tis lyk tv and laptops are freaking cheap. netbook at 389 bucks. notebook at 899 bucks. omg la! if can i oso wan buy. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;and through tis fair i finally gt abit of knowledge abt IT stuffs le. lolz.. so.. im nt really a dian nao bai chi anymore! woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;and and.. ppl there. hmmmm... i duno wad to say. coz i juz gt to noe them at the last few hrs b4 the fair ended. so.. oh well. gt tok la. gt jk oso. (gt suan oso.. =X) and if im nt wrong. im the youngest there. o.O (and hv a good boss tat treats me breakfast for the 1st day of wrk) didnt really exchange contacts wit them since i barely noe them for 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;customers there were... LOL! good ones. haha. can joke wit them. play wit them. and sumhw.. kids will cme to me. o.O bt babies? see me cry. zzz. lyk i bully them lyk tat. lolz. good customers brighten up ur day. =) bad ones.. make ur day worser and make u feel lyk strangling them. seriously. gt a life. we cme here to wrk. nt to see ur BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL attitude. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;and for frens tat cme to support me/through other means, thanks. =) so overall 1st time wrk is still nt bad juz tat u hv to tolerate all the nonsense. other than tat, everyting is nice nice de. =)&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i hope all the ppl could add me on fb and still stay connected. =( hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i saw sum1 lyk u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i stared at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL! still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i wish u were there&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;its just a simple dream,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;that would nv cme true.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3469603504319033281?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3469603504319033281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3469603504319033281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3469603504319033281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3469603504319033281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-going-to-miss-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3487082991535513870</id><published>2010-01-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:05:31.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Secret Meeting. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*peace sign* inside joke. lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno wad to blog. bt i juz feel lyk blogging. lolz. tings are gtting more and more complicated nwadays. anyways. will b going back to skul on fri. heather will b cming along too. juz another random post tdy. lolz. i nd a job!! haiz. and im hungry. lolz. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;heartbreaker.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3487082991535513870?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3487082991535513870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3487082991535513870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3487082991535513870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3487082991535513870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4926522565844043705</id><published>2010-01-16T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:28:58.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st post frm new laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha! dun too jealous eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super pissed off tdy. im totally invisible eh? anyways. lets nt tok abt it here. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;went mac went hsiyuan, shichin they all..... crap alot. blahblahblah. home. damn tired. feel lyk slping... bt ltr still going out for dinner. haiz. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4926522565844043705?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4926522565844043705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4926522565844043705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4926522565844043705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4926522565844043705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-post-frm-new-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6671163872208205751</id><published>2010-01-14T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:42:01.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUBMITTED! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i look at it, the more i regret.. lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im at rachael's hse. AGAIN. haha! 9 days omost consecutive. lolz. ive alr submitted all my 12 choices. all poly, all sci stream.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously gt nth much to blog abt. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'll b going back to skul tmr so if gt wad pres to gime rmb bring. lolz!&lt;br /&gt;i need a job!! in nd of money and i gt nth to do. and i gt lots of tings i wan to buy..&lt;br /&gt;i really gt nth to blog abt. random post.&lt;br /&gt;ok. byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6671163872208205751?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6671163872208205751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6671163872208205751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6671163872208205751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6671163872208205751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/submitted-lol-more-i-look-at-it-more-i_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7579179136192937641</id><published>2010-01-08T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:44:47.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im at rachael's hse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;toking to her on msn tho..  =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LEGS ARE BREAKING APART SOON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;went out consecutive-ly. then nv rest. then nw very very pain. lolz. so...... went open hse. spammed their bklets there. lolz. 2 ppl take 4 bklets. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;(rachael say hello) &lt;-- nahh.. i added tat in myself. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;sp goodie bag really very shiok. ex ex stuff in there... at least.. i didnt expect tat good gifts frm a open hse. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then went to np. walked ard. UPHILL! muz go rent golf car alr. (if im really going to tat skul) lolz. then went hm aft tat. 1h of bus ride to our old holding site... leg numb!! butt pain!! baby irritating.. i slp until so shiok le, then cry cry cry, make me awake. then i tink halfway tat baby touch my back or sth. or throw toy or wadever, then i wake up. haiz. wad to do? slp wake up slp wake up lo. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. ytd. planned to go swimming. i lie on floor. cannt tahan.. fell aslp. conversation goes like tis...&lt;br /&gt;rachael: we rest 1st..&lt;br /&gt;me: ok&lt;br /&gt;*resting in progress*&lt;br /&gt;rachael: ok! lets go swimming nw..&lt;br /&gt;me: cannt cannt. i lie on floor until very shiok le.. cannt gt up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! then i fell aslp on the floor. wake up. back pain. leg numb. sit up. then ok le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy. was supp to go gym. then we eat maggi mee, play com. msn, then until nw.. i still at her hse using her com to msn her. (dumb i noe.) so... 2 days. plan wan exercise then nv exercise until. lolz. gtting fatter and fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i go msn rachael le.. (altho same hse..) haha. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7579179136192937641?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7579179136192937641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7579179136192937641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7579179136192937641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7579179136192937641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-at-rachaels-hse-toking-to-her-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-5682222467317691523</id><published>2010-01-06T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:09:33.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whao! busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so tis is hw u treat us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wahaha. busy busy busy. went out alot alot tis few days. and which is = to spending alot alot of money. lolz. so its sort of "mission accomplish"? since i in aus i keep wanting to spend money... so.. lets briefly recall wad i did tis few days when im back in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;so.. i touched down in singapore on the 28th of dec. quite late. abt 9+ 10 lyk tat.. reached hm at abt 2am. then smsed abit. then fell aslp. (at least tats wad i rmb? lolz.)&lt;br /&gt;29 dec. i was supp to stay hm wit my bro. so i cancelled all the appointments. nt really cancel la.. juz dun put anyting on tat day. then stayed hm. played com wit bro. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;30th dec. went out to parkway wit cas and jingfang. pastamania-ed. bought bbq stuffs and my baking stuffs. whao! i spent 210+ bucks. i tink? lolz. (my memory nt bad eh? lolz...) went cas hse to stuff everyting in her fridge. rest abit. went hm. WALKED hm.&lt;br /&gt;31t. went rachael hse early in the morning. put bag, change, go swimming. swam 20 laps.. damn shiok. went back her hse, rinse, then go singpost, bought kfc family feast and oriental salad. (the family feast still in my fridge =.=) went ntuc bought snacks.. (im healthy. i bought fruits! haha.) went watsons. bought eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. LOL! went back. movie marathon! tho lyk.. out of 3, 2 i watch b4 le. lolz. (shes the man, up and just my luck.. oni shes the man i nv watch b4 nia) then went back room to play wit make ups. NEW YEAR MA!!!! lolz... then i tried the eyeliner.. (until break =.=) i look damn gothic. then mascara and lip gloss. lolz. then wear specs. freaking weird. then remove. end up oni mascara and lip gloss nia. haha! then went esplanade countdown. sum CONSIDERATE ppl we hv... and hw MATURE ppl can gt.. irritating. firewrks... nice! went hm. camwhored. then movie (up. coz we didnt hv time to watch in the aftnn) then went to slp at 4+am.&lt;br /&gt;1st jan. woke up at ard 10am. dilly dally. went out at ard 11? 12? i 4gt. then went bugis. was supp to buys specs.. bt end up didnt buy. bought ard 90 bucks worth of clothes frm cotton on. lolz. went hm.&lt;br /&gt;2nd jan. went cas hse at ard 2pm. then prep. abt 4pm going 5pm bbq at heathers hse. too much food left over. brought hm. (still in fridge. suspecting sum spoil le..) reached hm abt 10+ cabbed hm. coz was taking way too much stuffs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3rd jan. went jurong for hair treatment. hair was too dry. mum cannt take it. lolz. nw my hair damn smooth. lolz. wan touch? (no u cant. =))&lt;br /&gt;4th jan.went maxswen chalet. o.O mahjong abit. uno abit. snap abit. crapped abit. emo awhile. (dun ask me y.. i juz suddenly feel lyk sitting alone and nt tok. lolz. i oways lyk tat de..) then heather mum fetch me hm. =)&lt;br /&gt;5th jan. stayed hm. then nite time went to jurong again. to eat my "last dinner" wit bro. coz he kena locked in ns for 2+mth cannt cme out. aww.. so sad. no one to crap wit anymore. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;6th jan. went out wit rachael. was supp to buy new yr clothes. bt didnt manage to gt anyting. bt i spent more than 100 bucks. lolz. bought huishan and cordelia's bdae pres. bought nail polish. bought lots of tings. lolz. waste alot of money... yea... shd b tats all. im going to waste more money soon. coz i still rmb.. there's sth i haven bought yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-5682222467317691523?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5682222467317691523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=5682222467317691523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5682222467317691523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5682222467317691523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2010/01/whao-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2095922007477649515</id><published>2009-12-25T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:47:13.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingle bells~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingle bells~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingle all the way~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh what fun it is to ride~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a one-horse open sleigh~!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;HEY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the first day of christmas my true love sent to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a partridge in a pear tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd two turtle doves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd three french hens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th four calling birds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th five golden rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th six geese a-laying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7th seven swans a-swimming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th eight maid a-milking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th nine ladies dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th ten lords a-leaping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th eleven pipers piping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12th drummers drumming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy to the world the lord is come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let earth receive her king&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let every heart prepare his room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and heaven and nature sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and heaven and nature sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and heaven and nature sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy to the earth the saviour reigns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let men their song employ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while fields and flood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rocks, hills and plains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repeat the sounding joy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repeat th&lt;/em&gt;e&lt;em&gt; sounding joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repeat the sounding joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to - &lt;a href="http://xmasfun.com/lyrics.asp"&gt;http://xmasfun.com/lyrics.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2095922007477649515?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2095922007477649515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2095922007477649515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2095922007477649515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2095922007477649515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-o-h-o-h-o-m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2485620960268664111</id><published>2009-12-24T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:53:58.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ppl. i juz couldnt b bothered to update again. bored. lolz. i see hw ba? i'll blog again when i feel lyk it. SORRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2485620960268664111?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2485620960268664111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2485620960268664111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2485620960268664111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2485620960268664111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8497971453456058551</id><published>2009-12-19T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:38:11.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woke up quite early tdy. went out shopping wit erjie, sanjie and ahyi. erjie going to help me gt new specs as my christmas pres. o.O went in. didnt see anyting i lyk.. actually i did. bt its 399 bucks. my god. so we went to other shops. still those i lyk de.. all very ex. so i say i rather i make in singapore. so erjie said she going to gime 200 bucks to make specs. o.O shiok. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cme hm ate steamboat. =) at least tis time its filling. slpt. super dun feel lyk toking abt it anymore. haiz. super angry.. skip skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;helped sanjie bake cupcakes. watched tv. gt high. til sum1 cme over. spoiler. sua. then com. the end. =) tdy aint a good day for me. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8497971453456058551?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8497971453456058551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8497971453456058551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8497971453456058551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8497971453456058551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-24-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8736820416013089247</id><published>2009-12-18T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:57:58.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slpt the whole day. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn-ed til 7+am tdy. then nag nag nag. then all no reply le then i went to slp. haha. slpt til ard 4pm? then woke up. went to watch tv. haiz. nvm. dun wan tok abt it. then slp on sofa. then gt chased into rm. "ltr sumbdy cming la.. go rm slp. if nt they no place sit." zzz. at nite.. frm rm chased out to living rm. then frm living rm kena chase to rm. then if im using the com in rm. then i kena asked out to living rm. say i anti-social. adults... weird eh? nv noe wad they wan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to rm. was watching tv. and tat idiot changed the chn. to watch news. =.= cant he watch chi news? zzz! muz compete wit me for tv de meh? nvm. i nv gt wad i wan here.. wish to go back to singapore fast. lyk immediately teleport back. lolz. then sian. slpt.&lt;br /&gt;nag nag nag again. woke up. go dining rm for steamboat. haiz. once again. history repeats. didnt hv enough to eat. bt. tis time is nt coz food nt enough. is i cannt stand the ppl there. =.= he and his frens. duno the meaning of zi dong eh? freaking idiots. its a steamboat! cook wad u wan la.. i throw in the tau kee. u eat my tao kee. then i throw in another one.. u wait for it to cook. then u freaking took it away. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;and oso. u. im eating. theres food in my mouth. i didnt cont to stuff the food in bcoz i noe the meaning of C-H-E-W-I-N-G. im nt a pig or wadever tat swallow its food witout chewing it. "eh? the tomyam too spicy for u?" wth? its nt even spicy at all la. its nt even nice. damn sour. =.= too spicy... zzz.&lt;br /&gt;and ppl. ever saw b4 the scene tat the host sits on the sofa. and their guests sits on the floor. zzz. wad good host they are eh? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;and and. wads the point of sitting on the backyard staircase to smoke... WITOUT CLOSING THE DOOR? the smell will still cme in wad. zzz. its the same as u smoking in the hse, opening the door and window to let the smell out wad. zzz. juz close the freaking door la. ass.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly. im nt ur freaking maid or wadsoever eh? u dun freaking pass ur bowl to me and make me wash it. im nt the host here eh?&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. additional point. i duno hw. bt sum asshole. dun freaking noe hw to use the freaking laptop. uses it. didnt shut down properly. i opened it. and it says "resuming window" and if the laptop spoils.. who will b the one gtting blamed? ME. whao. the world is SO fair. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8736820416013089247?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8736820416013089247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8736820416013089247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8736820416013089247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8736820416013089247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-23-slpt-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7463159040731383601</id><published>2009-12-17T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:32:57.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shopping. sam's hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slpt for oni 5h tdy. off com at 4.30am. bt then i fell aslp at oni 7+am. haiz. anyways. aunt said tat by 2pm i hv to wake up and prep to go out le. she horn car, i hv to go out straight alr. coz she gt sth on aft tat. so.. i wasnt wearing my specs. and i saw the clock. 2pm! *jumps out of bed* then went to prep. wear specs. go living rm. 12+pm. =.= saw the time wrongly!!! then watch tv. then slp abit oni.. then heard aunt horn car. then i jump out. then open door, rush out. saw the car, bt didnt see my aunt. stood there lyk sum dumb ppl for 5 min. then decided to move closer to car to double check. no one.. went back to hse. saw aunt inside oning the aircon. lolz. she cme in frm the back door. zzz. make me so blur.. lolz. tdy was way hot. even when im sitting on the sofa, im swting lyk hell le. baking myself at hm eh? its 38 deg tdy!! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went sum shopping centre. ate kebab. i duno y.. i juz dun hv the appetite to eat. so i ate half then stuff abit more in mouth.. left abt lyk 3 mouthfuls? wan vomit le.. cmi. throw away. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;went round shopping wit aunt.  she buy, i take. =.= bought christmas pres for cuzin oso. went hm at ard 4+pm.&lt;br /&gt;reached hm. uncle at hm le. guess wad? the aircon all off le. zzz! cont wit the baking... of myself. lolz. then erjie ask me go sam hse for swimming. wa! shiok. super refreshing.. then had pork ribs for dinner. shiok. damn nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. sanjie on aircon. and juz bcoz i cover blanket = i cold? wad kind of definition is tat sia? "wa! lyk tat oni oso cold ah?" zzz. im juz used to covering blanket wad. bsides. i juz cme back frm swimming at sam's hse. isnt it normal to b cold? o.O he is damn lame. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7463159040731383601?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7463159040731383601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7463159040731383601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7463159040731383601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7463159040731383601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-22-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-561346524356977301</id><published>2009-12-16T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:54:02.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;out for lunch. avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3pm tdy. coz i slpt at 6+ 7am. haha. turning very very nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;went out for lunch wit ahyi at ard 4pm. juz down the road. ate pork chop tomato rice. i realise tat the menu spelt lots of tings wrongly.. eg. steam rice as "stream" rice, and pork chop as "pock" chop. hahhahahahaha!!! (note the timings.)&lt;br /&gt;went out at 6+ went sanjie. went ikea. then went wrong place. went up cme down. juz tis short dist. and she could actually find sth she lyk and bought it. (it was a hand puppet. lolz.) she gt a mousse i gt a pig. haha. i bought myself. lolz. then went to buy food frm ikea. o.O&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at sum jap place at 6+ 7pm. had sushi, sukiyaki, gyoza, hotplate beef and tat fried chicken tingy (wad u called tat?) drank apple juice! haha. long time no drink le..&lt;br /&gt;then abt 7+ lyk tat i went in gold class lounge. sat there.. wait for time to pass. ordered food and they will serve to us. haha! so shiok rite? ordered iced chocolate and strawberry cheesecake. then they gv us complimentary popcorn and fanta orange. o.O went in at ard 8+ ate popcorn and drank fanta. 10 min aft show start my iced chocolate cme. theres whipped cream and ice cream! =) yummy. then halfway through the show, my strawberry cheesecake cme. =.= damn full. show finish all run to toilet. lolz. the show is nice. avatar. yea. worth watching. shd go watch. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-561346524356977301?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/561346524356977301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=561346524356977301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/561346524356977301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/561346524356977301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-21-out-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-9173769516743554993</id><published>2009-12-15T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:15:10.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stayed hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i 4gt to post a day?  i dun rmb blogging ytd. lolz. anyways.. who care:)&lt;br /&gt;stayed hm the whole day tdy. hmm.. nth much. woke up at 3. gastric pain? i duno? stomach very pain jiu dui le. msned the whole day. then tada. nite time. and im still very awake. juz lyk ytd. =.= turning very very nocturnal le. hw hw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-9173769516743554993?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/9173769516743554993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=9173769516743554993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/9173769516743554993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/9173769516743554993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-20-stayed-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-257173900421318404</id><published>2009-12-14T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:44:59.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stayed hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2+pm. ate a bao, went back to slp. woke up for dinner. watch tv. com.&lt;br /&gt;THE END. haha! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hw simple can life gt? lolz.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-257173900421318404?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/257173900421318404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=257173900421318404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/257173900421318404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/257173900421318404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-19-stayed-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2461417376164650485</id><published>2009-12-13T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:37:24.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shopping. cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy woke up very early. again. coz erjie wan to take me and sanjie out shopping. o.O&lt;br /&gt;THEY bought alot of tings. and i bought nth. lolz. i still haven gt any gifts for erjie and sanjie for christmas.. bt theres still 12 more days. =) hope i can gt it on time. their departmental store is freaking huge. bt i still miss singapore's arcade and all those stuffs. and their food of coz. =)&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. help to prep dinner. and sum freaking idiot in the hse went "wa! learning hw to cook ah? nd pay for cooking lesson de leh. here cooking lesson very ex de." im totally lyk feel lyk shouting back in his face. i pay u the money for the freaking dinner, then u dun freaking eat my food. good? then he invite ppl over for dinner witout informing. and we alr had nt enough food. he freaking dun care and eat and eat and eat. for goodness sake. u're the host man. hw can the host b eating when the guest gt nt enough to eat? i oni ate 2 and cme back to the rm and then u all wan me to go out? the whole hse is filled wit strangers.. wad can i do outside? juz stfu and let me b alone cant i? i dun stop u all frm doing all ur stuff, so dun stop me frm doing my stuff. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2461417376164650485?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2461417376164650485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2461417376164650485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2461417376164650485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2461417376164650485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-18-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3039311086107275333</id><published>2009-12-12T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:55:07.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;out for lunch. paranormal activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was woken up by erjie and sanjie early in the morning. fell aslp at abt 6+ and then 9+ kena woken up by them le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;was supp to go to the zoo. bt sumhw the plan failed or sth? then juz went out for lunch. 1st time WALK to sumwhere. lolz. ate then went hm.&lt;br /&gt;load songs into phone. too slow. fell aslp. haha. then sum ppl cme over. as too noisy. then i woke up. uncle's fren cme over. =.=&lt;br /&gt;all went out dating alr. then left me and sanjie at hm. she buay tahan. then ask me go out watch movie wit her. went out for paranormal activity in gold class. freaking shiok. super worth the money. haha. i wan try singapore's gold class seat oso. lolz. anyone wan cme wit me? haha. anyways. the movie was quite scary. bt its oni to the ending part then it started to bcme scary.&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. the ppl still here. still very noisy. then sanjie dun dare to slp alone. then ask me go over to her rm to slp wit her, so i cannt update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i hv to go eat dinner le, so will update tdy's schedule ltr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3039311086107275333?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3039311086107275333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3039311086107275333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3039311086107275333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3039311086107275333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-17-out-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7781074512645461946</id><published>2009-12-11T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:45:07.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stayed hm. bowling. arcade. driving lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed hm msn the whole day. my god. my days here are gtting more and more boring. and then juz nice tdy aunt oso at hm. then she gen wo qiang tian shi kan. =( so i msn lo. haha. toked to alot alot of ppl. =) mum called aunt and aunt told her lots of tings. i gt really angry and then sum stupid idiot cme add on to my anger. argh.&lt;br /&gt;help aunt to wash car aftwards. she make me look freaking stupid. she said "muz shoot the soap away if nt the car will rust." aiya. dun blame her la.. she nv study chem enough. lolz. bt then seriously. i help her wash car. i help her scrub her car.. then she say i slow. wth. y nt say ur car alot of bird shit. u freaking shd thank me for helping u scrub out every single bird shit instead of suaning me for being slow lo. nabei. 1st u make me angry by telling mum everyting i tell u, then u suan me. wad izit tat u wan frm me sia? oh. and seriously. she duno the meaning of privacy. when im toking to crystal on msn, she juz see it lyk nobdy's business. (chuanyee.. good ting she didnt see wad u say to me.. haha!) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tats y i say. if they find out abt tis blog. im so dead. lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erjie cme hm for dinner tonite. and the saw tat i was rotting on the sofa. so she "volunteered" to bring me out tonite. went bowling. 1 game oni. sad. bt damn ex sia.  game 15 bucks. then lyk.. shoes leh? my god. anyways. i lost. haha. i suck at bowling suddenly. keep gutter. no strike. 2 tyco spare. end up my result 54 nia. zzz. (i brought 2 cans of coke along. haha! coz outside drink is very ex. =.= erjie praised me. haha. stingy gabrielle)&lt;br /&gt;went arcade awhile. play sum racing car game. I WON!! haha. both of them take manual and i played auto. gabrielle 1st. erjie 4th. sam 5th. lolz. (nahh.. guess they're juz letting me win. nt tat happy tho. its lyk.. when will manual cars lose to auto cars de?)&lt;br /&gt;played air hockey wit sam. lost. bt still i tink he rang wo de. altho the score is lyk 9-5. (sum is i push in myself de) bt then.. i dun tink he shd rang wo lo. seriously. i dun lyk ppl to rang wo. no fun at all..&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. on the way hm. i went for my 2nd driving lesson. =) drove at 50km/h tis time. coz i ignored him asking me to break. =X its a straight road ma... turned abit. i wanted to do wad i did in arcade. accelerate all the way. then i rmb it was a real car. haha!&lt;br /&gt;reached hm. tv. blog. msn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7781074512645461946?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7781074512645461946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7781074512645461946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7781074512645461946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7781074512645461946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-16-stayed-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8729407200735826857</id><published>2009-12-10T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:32:23.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;out shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late tdy. coz i woke up late tdy. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv. then used com. msn wit chuanyee. LOL. nth to say abt tat tok.&lt;br /&gt;went out wit sanjie and her fren, audrey. shopping. i actually saw a keychain wit my name on. so rare la! bt i didnt buy. haha. too bad. tink its a waste of money. went to sum departmental stall.. and i bought liquer chocolate! 13 bucks oni! my god. =)) me love.&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. bathed. tv. msn. com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8729407200735826857?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8729407200735826857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8729407200735826857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8729407200735826857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8729407200735826857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-15-out-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8381030896222543192</id><published>2009-12-09T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:59:58.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stayed at hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early tdy. then went back to slp again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;"officially" woke up at 11pm. and then watched tv. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;went back to slp at 3pm and 4 pm aunt bought lunch back for us. (oh. sanjie was too lazy to go to wrk. so she called wrk saying she was busy. lolz.) ate finish and went back to slp again. lolz. freaking pig. eat and slp oni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;watched tv til nw. then use com. nth much tdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8381030896222543192?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8381030896222543192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8381030896222543192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8381030896222543192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8381030896222543192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-14-stayed-at-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2711681308953977559</id><published>2009-12-08T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:00:35.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lunch. movie. sam's hse. 1st driving lesson:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha! i managed to wake up at 2pm. lolz. actually i woke up at 8am bt was bored, so i went back to slp. hmmm. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;so. 2pm. woke up. watch tv. then ahyi cme hm. jennifer jiejie cme hm. went out for lunch. had kway chap and laksa. bt i didnt eat much. abt 3 mouthfuls? and all the food was gone alr. aunt bought their "cendol" for me. where u gt to choose 8 diff ingredients and they juz add coconut milk to it. o.O&lt;br /&gt;went ard tat area and bought food for dinner. ahyi was lazy to cook. so she bought precooked food hm. haha. tdy's weather was alrite. abt same as singapore's bt they were complaining tat its too hot. o.O went hm aft tat.&lt;br /&gt;reached hm at abt 5pm. erjie called to ask me to gt prep by 6pm and will b bring me out for movie.watched tv til abt 5.40pm, went to bathe and all. juz nice blow dry my hair le, she cme. haha. grabbed my bag and went off. ahyi asked erjie to bring me out for dinner too.&lt;br /&gt;reached shopping centre and bought tickets to &lt;em&gt;"where the wild things are". &lt;/em&gt;the show was okok. juz tat theres nt much of a climax? and the ending was also abit BLEAHZ. bt was quite funny la.. soso oni. oh. i tot it would b diff frm singapore. lyk the price of tickets would be lyk.. WHAO! freaking ex!! bt. it ard the same? 10 bucks for ticket and 13.50 for 1popcorn and 2 large drinks. popcorn is bigger than the ones in singapore.. of coz. lolz. the oni diff is tat they sell their tickets wit snacks. lyk.. frm the same counter. yep.&lt;br /&gt;went to sam's hse aft tat. coz he had to check on his dad. his dad juz had eye operations ytd and was told to stay hm. bt he went to wrk. =.= his dad says im very quiet. haha. coz all i did was juz smile at him. =.= i duno wad to say ma. (blieve it or nt. im a total complete person u noe when im in aus. freaking quiet. nt tat i duno hw to communicate wit them la.. bt then... i juz dun feel lyk toking lo. or. i juz find it awkward. minimum conversation. =)&lt;br /&gt;aft tat sam drove us to sum place and i had my 1st kebab meal. haha. taste lyk subway to me tho. lolz. im kind of lyk the "lightbulb" coz sam and erjie.. then me sitting down there.. zzz. i realise im oways the lightbulb. =.= lolz.&lt;br /&gt;went hm. sat at front sit. and sam was teaching me hw to drive. lyk wad is wad and blahblah. then i gt to try it! =) altho it was quite a short distance.. and. i didnt really do it myself coz sam was bside me, holding the stirring wheel oso. =.= and telling me when to accelerate and break and all those stuffs. its lyk.. im driving at the speed of 40 km/h ONLY!! zzz. who drives at 40km/h one? oni my mum do tat la. i dun care. i dun wan to drive so slowly... zzz. i wan try again. soon.&lt;br /&gt;reach hm. use com. jennifer jiejie said "sum day. im going to take tat away frm u." if she really do tat.. i tell u. i duno wad mite happen. its either i will scream and shout to take it back. (lyk for the time being.) or i will juz keep my mouth shut for the days left. even if they ask me anyting. i juz pretend im hearing the wind blow. seriously. try it urself. no phone.. no com.. tv oso duno gt wad ting watch. (lyk.. nth much is familiar to u.) then cannt go out oso. wad can u do sia? haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if sumhw they gt to noe abt my blog... im gonna die for sure. lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2711681308953977559?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2711681308953977559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2711681308953977559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2711681308953977559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2711681308953977559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-13-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1209053560056555698</id><published>2009-12-07T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:43:18.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in syndey - DAY 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beach. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up super super early to go to the beach! again. bt diff beach tho. changed. and went to nicole's hse.&lt;br /&gt;she gt dog oso!! sat there for quite sumtime b4 we go out. her hse gt tis... very cosy feeling. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dun tink i'll b able to feel tis kind of coziness in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the way she tok to her dad is lyk.. damn teh la. altho i dun understand spanish.. bt the accent was there. lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mum drove us to the beach. im omost lyk.. sandwiched in between my cuzin, jennifer, and nicole's cuzin, karen. they so big sized la!! lolz. then i fell aslp in the car. lolz. i was bored ma. heard tat the ride was an hr? lolz. good ting i went to slp.&lt;br /&gt;reached the beach. and the weather is freaking hot. make the sand hot and it feels lyk ur feet is burning when u stepped on it. lolz. i didnt bring extra shirt. and i feel uncomfy abt taking off my shirt. (seriously. i dun hv the figure to show off. bikini. PUI!) so. i went on and lay on the sand to gt myself tanned. i fell aslp in the sun! zzz. cuzin woke me up, i swt lyk hell alr. zzz. then cuzin ask me to move in to the shade aft awhile. and blieve it or nt. my cuzin was in the shade all the while and she gt more tanned and i was in the sun for quite sumtime(coz when nicole and her cuzin cme up to dry themselves, i was sun bathing wit them..) and i didnt gt tanned at all!!! wth. i wan to turn darker! im too white la. zzz. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch. the food there was nice. jennifer jiejie gt a platter and i blieve it is supp to b a platter for 2 in aus. coz the plate was freaking big! haha. and she keep scooping her food to my plate. so it bcme.. me being the one who has to eat 2 portions. zzz. im seriously gtting fat by the time i go back to singapore. sad ting they dun hv a weighing scale here.. lolz. i tink if i noe my weight.. im going to starve myself alr. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;took train hm. ohohoh! 1st time on train and im nt enjoying it. nt as in i dun lyk nt enjoy.. bt i was slping throughout the whole train ride.. too long. it felt longer than frm boon lay to pasir ris la! lolz. reached the destination. and nicole's dad was kind enough to drive us hm.&lt;br /&gt;reached hm and the hse was freaking hot. oh. did i mention tat. the radio said tat tdy's temp was 39 deg? THIRTY NINE DEGREES!!! my god. sauna. lolz. slacked ard. and then fell aslp again. haha! tdy duno y keep slping. lolz. typical roast pig's life eh? eat, slp, toast urself in the heat/under the sun. haha! used com and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isnt it normal for ppl to press ctrl alt del when the com hangs/lag? y do i gt scolded for doing tat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i freaking miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bt i noe cinderella is juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A FAIRYTALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1209053560056555698?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1209053560056555698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1209053560056555698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1209053560056555698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1209053560056555698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-syndey-day-12-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4639173022662138877</id><published>2009-12-06T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:21:58.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney -DAY 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whao! tdy is a fun and tiring day. haha. went manly. o.O took a ferry there.&lt;br /&gt;reached there quite soon. then went to eat lunch. =) had lots of tings. octopus, potato, muscles, calamari rings, fish and chips!!! yummy. sat in the sun to eat. wit the seagulls. awww. =)&lt;br /&gt;went down to the beach. had lots of fun there. bt didnt really go in water.. coz sanjie had blisters on her palm. and erjie wasnt "properly attired" and sam went to "play water" wit me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went off to shopping aftwards. saw lots of tings. blahblahblah. had icecream. freaking nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;time passed so fast. and its 6pm! went hm. too tired. fell aslp in car. reached hm.&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner. had crispy chicken wit tomato rice. haha. mayb im hungry. it taste good. haha. and. i still hate him. zzz! who is he to me la? badmouth my mum. bad mouth my dad. badmouth me in front of me. zzz! "study so much for wad.. gt use meh?" i noe u jealous la.. dun jealous me cleverer than u lo. dumb freaking asshole. seriously. who are u to badmouth my family? and even my relatives. even if i dun lyk them.. bt u are still no one to tok bad abt them rite? lyk u urself very good lyk tat.. take mirror. look into it.. reflect. asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4639173022662138877?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4639173022662138877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4639173022662138877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4639173022662138877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4639173022662138877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-11-to-beach-whao-tdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-5669979394227262566</id><published>2009-12-05T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:33:29.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beach. shopping mall. restuarant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early tdy. bt didnt see wad time. abt 10? then went out wit aunt and jennifer jiejie. went to sum shopping mall for &lt;em&gt;yum cha. &lt;/em&gt;nt as nice as he ji bao tho. haha.&lt;br /&gt;aft tat went to sum beach. awww... the weather was freaking good tdy. took photos there. spent less than 1h there. coz it wasnt planned. and we didnt bring our swimsuit along. bsides. i didnt bring my swimsuit to sydney. told cuzin and aunt tat. and aunt said she'll buy bikini for me as christmas pres. =.=&lt;br /&gt;i told she was jking! bt we really went to sum shopping centre to gt bikini. she made me choose myself. im lyk.... errrrrr.. lolz. nvm. i gt 1 and i tink im oni going to wear it here (for show to them) and nv in singapore. i dun hv the figure la.. lolz. bought a tankini as well. same pattern. so tat i dun hv to buy 2 bottoms. (they are sold separately! o.O) at least i hv sth to wear when i go swimming nxt time. nt tat.. pri skul swimsuit anymore. haha. (bt im nv going to wear bikini in singapore. mayb wit shirt outside or sth la..) went round shopping. walk walk walk. blahblahblah. (u all noe.. i dun quite lyk shopping de. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;on our way hm. we stopped at sum restuarant for "tea time". they ordered hor fun. and i ordered sum scallop and tofu hotpot tingy. quite nice! went hm aft tat.&lt;br /&gt;reached hm. erjie told me mum called and look for me. then she added "she wan us to look for jobs for u.." jitao sian ji pua. haiz. then aunt called mum and tok to her. they tok lyk they nv tok b4 lyk tat la! sooooo... long! and i fell aslp. haha!&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner at sum shanghai restuarant. wit my uncle frens. 2 of them. 1 cme alone. another one brought his whole family over. and i dun really lyk his family. seriously.. no manners. the food cme and they grabbed everyting. literally. the mum scolded them. so its lyk.. still ok la. then the othr food cme. and i saw the dad doing the same ting. i was lyk.. nw i noe where tat kind of manners cme frm. they eat lyk sum hungry ghost lyk tat. clear everyting sia. zzz. super cant stand. i juz stopped myself frm eating and let them eat. no nd "compete" wit them for food. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-5669979394227262566?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5669979394227262566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=5669979394227262566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5669979394227262566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5669979394227262566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-10-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2478318177051717560</id><published>2009-12-04T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:07:02.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wtf?!?!?! my phone spoil le! damn aino. i use less than a wk. bought it less than a mth leh!!! angry angry angry angry. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2478318177051717560?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2478318177051717560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2478318177051717560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2478318177051717560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2478318177051717560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-777840378886542883</id><published>2009-12-04T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:29:16.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shopping. hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at sydney time 1pm. was freaking tired. watched tv. slacked.&lt;br /&gt;aunt cme hm. brought me out. ate at foodcourt. aunt made me order food frm sum chi stall. she ordered chao mian. and i ordered laksa. she say share. ok lo. share. i oni took her 1 strand of mian. and she took all my tau pok away frm my laksa. ohoh! and. when i ordered laksa... they ask if i wan it spicy nt. then i tot is extra chilli in laksa so i said no. aunt tell them mild chilli. so we went over to "collect" our food. and their chilli meaning the chilli in the soup. good ting aunt said mild. if nt.. it would b oni coconut milk. =.= lolz. then went shopping. =) bought shirt for bro. dad. and mum. i bought christmas pres for dajie and jennifer jiejie. =)) nth much. (pst. aunt choose de shirt... really... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;very ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; haha.) bought ingredients for dinner. went hm. haven buy er jie and sanjie's christmas pres. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gtting more and more sick. i tink. mayb coz im nt on medication? haiz. hope my white blood cells can win? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;im hungry!!! dinner haven start cooking yet. haiz... i hv a bottle of coke bside me. =)&lt;br /&gt;i spent ard 300 bucks in a wk.. tell me hw im supp to survive the nxt 3 wks when im oni left wit 400 bucks and i haven gt anyting for myself and their christmas pres? and bro's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u gave me so lil money and expects me to buy so much back for u. wth? in fact. u didnt gime a single cent. the 700 bucks dun cme frm u. 500 cme frm aunt and 200 cme frm erjie. and it was supp to b GIVEN TO ME. nt to help u buy tis and tat. wad else do u wan? ur shirt. ur dress. his shirt. his pants. (and u didnt gime his measurement. and u expect me to buy for him? hw would i noe?) bro shirt. bro pants. (and again. u didnt gime his measurements.)(i told u i bought 6 shirt for bro alr bt scared the size wrong. and i gt a whole load of scolding frm u. wth? i didnt buy anyting for myself til nw leh!!! wad more u wan? too big. scold. too small. scold. so clever ask me use eye see. if i so clever i no nd study le la. i can straight go sell shirt le. retail. use eye see jiu noe size le.) ask me help u HELP UR FREN buy wadever placenta ting. ask me buy nougat. ask me buy so many tings. and u didnt gime a single cent. hw clever can u gt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-777840378886542883?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/777840378886542883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=777840378886542883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/777840378886542883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/777840378886542883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-9-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6577444033746710734</id><published>2009-12-03T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:57:48.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shopping. stayed hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho! gabrielle is officially sick! haha!&lt;br /&gt;woke up early morning tdy. sydney time 9.30am. then prep. go out. went back the same shopping centre. totally no mood. no appetite. bought donut for breakfast and gt scolded. haha!!! then jennifer jiejie bought "satay" for me. lolz. then they went to buy christmas pres. i was tinking of buying christmas pres for them oso.. bt then its lyk.. i duno wad they wan! if nt is.. damn weird. they down there. then i buy sth. they sure will ask i buy for wad de ma.. so.. i duno hw im going to buy it SECRETLY. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;cme back hm aft a while. then fell aslp on the sofa... then slpt til evening. my cuzin woke me up for dinner. heh heh. im sick:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6577444033746710734?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6577444033746710734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6577444033746710734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6577444033746710734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6577444033746710734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-8-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4884903441934166684</id><published>2009-12-01T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:40:47.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stayed hm. went dentist wit aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much tdy. stay hm til abt 2+ pm. then went out.&lt;br /&gt;aunt said she wan to bring me out for lunch. so i went along. damn hungry. wait and wait and wait. soooo long. i tink i spent abt 1h+ 2h there? then sanjie cooked pasta for dinner le. haha. then aunt said sry. then we went hm for dinner. =.= haha.&lt;br /&gt;then im juz going to stay hm til... i duno when. lolz. tmr going out. =)&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;badly:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4884903441934166684?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4884903441934166684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4884903441934166684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4884903441934166684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4884903441934166684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-7-stayed-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6498179021603447829</id><published>2009-12-01T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:32:41.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dfo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry guys. didnt update ytd. coz the credit ran low. i cant really rmb wad i did.&lt;br /&gt;went out for breakfast. ate egg &amp;amp; bacon burger wit strawberry milk. (whao! and tats for breakfast.)&lt;br /&gt;went dfo aftwards. spent abt 200 bucks there. on bro and mum clothes. total in tis 5 days? i spent abt 300 bucks le. on bro and mum's shirt. and i haven gt anyting for myself. wth?&lt;br /&gt;i cant really rmb le. sry guys. bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6498179021603447829?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6498179021603447829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6498179021603447829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6498179021603447829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6498179021603447829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-sydney-day-6-dfo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1010861750353171386</id><published>2009-11-30T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:24:40.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stayed at hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5 aint as interesting. its a monday! every1 had to wrk. woke up at sydney time 12nn. again. lolz. then used com awhile. til abt 1+ i was hungry. went to look for food. heat ytd's food. and then ate and cont wit my show. haha.&lt;br /&gt;at 2+ aunt cme hm. went out for lunch. again. (im going to b sooooo... fat when i gt back to singapore. haha) went to sum vietnam restuarant and ordered beef noodle soup. the bowl was freaking huge. again wit the double portion. haiz&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. and cont my show. haha. nth much&lt;br /&gt;then at nite sanjie ask me go garage wrk out wit her. i dun wan. then she ask me dun lazy blahblahblah. then juz go lo. walk walk walk. floor slippery *slips and fall* lolz! fell on my butt. pain.. cut my left leg and rite wrist. and my left knee, rite leg and rite wrist is swollen. so... end up cannt wrk out wit her. they gt lots of gym equip in there. aww.. sad. nvm. can try nxt time. im limping nw. haha. (producing lots of platelets, thrombokinase blahblahblah... fibrin) lolz.&lt;br /&gt;sum idiot. suan me for being... useless. bcoz i slp wit my blanket. i told HIM im nt cold. im juz used to slping in blanket and HE sniggered. then tdy. im wearing a tshirt and fbt. and tat SUM1 is wearing a jacket wit long pants and socks!!! and he's at hm. lolz! stupid. idiot. laugh at me sumore la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1010861750353171386?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1010861750353171386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1010861750353171386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1010861750353171386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1010861750353171386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-sydney-day-5-stayed-at-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-617520913993055170</id><published>2009-11-29T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:31:41.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rock climbing. pastry shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at sydney time 12nn. ate "breakfast"- french toast and milo. =) watch tv and slacked. sanjie cme hm. and brought me to sum indoors rock climbing place. super tiring. bt super fun. didnt try the boulders. coz its way diff. haha. played table soccer too! i won! (tink she rang wo de. bt i cant b bothered to say anyting la. lolz) ohoh! rock climbing! it was my 1st time belaying. haha. and i gv my sanjie a rope burn at the back. nt my fault ok?! the rope was stuck then i was pushing it in then the rope suddenly loosen and it went all the way up. so... yea. haha.&lt;br /&gt;drove hm. too tired. watch spongebob squarepants. and fell aslp aftwards. aunt woke me and sanjie up for dinner. haha. didnt eat for the whole day except for the toast and the milo. woke up and ate 2 plates of rice. whao!. im damn freaking hungry ma.. lolz. finished eating, we drove out to rent dvds for twilight and planning to watch it at nite. bt.. too bad. all the shops were closed. haiz. saw tis pastry shop. bought lots of pastry and jelato. yum yum. nicole (jennifer jie jie's fren) was so cool! she could sms while driving. and she oso can eat ice cream while driving. (and it was a manual car! o.O)&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. mini "party". and slacked ard and watched tv. then blogged. so quiet nw.. lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-617520913993055170?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/617520913993055170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=617520913993055170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/617520913993055170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/617520913993055170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-sydney-day-4-rock-climbing.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1423965232104011233</id><published>2009-11-27T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:16:33.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shopping centre. christmas tree deco. and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early morning. haha. bt for singapore is alr singapore le la.. lolz. aunt bought the two dogs over for haircuts. haha. both botak le.&lt;br /&gt;then i went sum shopping centre then went for shopping. bt didnt see anyting i lyk. bought sum shirt for my bro. and shoes. =)&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. decorate the christmas tree.. slacked.&lt;br /&gt;went buffet aft tat wit a damn foul mood. for the full 2h i nv tok. for gabrielle to nt tok. its serious case le. to add on. even when they jk i dun feel lyk laughing. i was controlling my tears throughout the whole buffet. wtf. its damn diff. too bad i cut my fringe le and i cant cover up my red eyes. bt i juz shake or nod my head, or juz shrugged my shoulder if i didnt wan to tok. the oni time i replied was when they ask wad soup i was drinking i juz said "mushroom" and tats all. totally no mood. nt bad la. at least i didnt cry in front of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt as good as in singapore when u encounter anyting u can sms any1 u lyk. its easy for u all to say "u can find me anytime. im on 24/7 for u" bt.. so wad? my mum ut off my roaming service. wad can i do? i couldnt tok to any1. nt even here. coz if 1 of them noes wad happen/ wad im tinking, then their entire family would noe wad happen. then i will create more prob. i cme on9 tonite is to find sum1 to tok to. nt for the sake of cming oni. bt.. no one was on9. nt tat no one was. juz tat.. its nt one who i'll tok to. ok. mayb linchun was the oni one i was looking for. bt too bad he wasnt there. guess its going to stay wit me all the way and emo the whole nite.&lt;br /&gt;bt the time i wake up tmr.. i guess i'll pretend nth happened and cont my life. juz dun poke me/agitate me and i wont bite:) guess tats the best i could do.&lt;br /&gt;oways rmb tis: A Girl Always Forgives, But Never Forgets.&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to my dajie, erjie, ahyi and sam(erjie's bf) for putting in the effort to cheer me up. bt i juz couldnt bring out the happy feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. imagine hw dumb gabrielle was. sitting there. 1h stuffing a whole plate of food in her mouth and the 2nd hr to sit there, stone and peel prawns for no one. pretty dumb eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1423965232104011233?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1423965232104011233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1423965232104011233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1423965232104011233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1423965232104011233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-sydney-day-3-shopping-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-954301761947715741</id><published>2009-11-26T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:32:58.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vietnam street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early morning. at 5+am singapore time. watch tv. slacked. ate egg tart. (nt as nice=X)&lt;br /&gt;went out for breakfast (again.) ate rice and stuff at vietnam street. went "shopping". more lyk singapore's wet market? haha. aunt bought their "goreng pisang" for me. bt theres sweet potato in it. o.O anyways. then we went ard and uncle showed me lots of tings. (i hate him. zzz.) they had all the chendol ingredients put out and let ppl choose 6 or 8 ingredients (prices varies) then they put shaved ice on top and then coconut milk. nt lyk ours-fixed ingredients. haha. everyting was huge there. and expensive imagine hving to pay 10+ bucks juz for 1kg of lychee. my god. bt i chanced upon sum mini stuffs. apples! they are as small as oni a palm size! o.O ohoh. they gt cheap stuffs too. a pair of watches (wit (i tink) fake diamonds? (it mite b real?)) for oni 25 bucks! whao! then clothes at oni 5 bucks each. (bt they werent nice. lolz.) ohoh! their toilets were lyk.. in the middle of the road. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then we head hm. they showed me their new hse. o.O then cme hm. msn and blogged.&lt;br /&gt;went out again to their "chinatown" they said tings were cheap there.. bt the price are lyk... whao! shopped ard. ate sushi. nth much. then went hm.&lt;br /&gt;watched sum cartoon then fall aslp. one of the dogs were slping wit me. lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-954301761947715741?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/954301761947715741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=954301761947715741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/954301761947715741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/954301761947715741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-sydney-day-2-vietnam-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7701384911460932809</id><published>2009-11-25T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:25:23.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life in sydney - DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;flight. tour ard city. tour ard cuzin's wrk place &amp;amp; more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant load pics into tis com.. so.. mayb nxt time i load alr then post up ba? yea.. 7+ dinner at mum hse. 8+ go airport check in, snack. 9+ go in gate. damn shiok. gt air stewardess escort me! haha! bad ting. u cannt do shopping or go toilet, unless u "ask for permission". good ting. u dun hv to queue tat super long luggage check queue. u gt to cut in immediately. wahaha. lolz. then in the plane. the person sitting nxt to me nv cme!!!! yeah! 1 person to 2 seats. haha. bt lonely la.. no one to tok to. haiz. then halfway the flight start to jerk. then the pilot ask us fasten seat belt. i omost vomit. lolz. then slp. wake up eat. slp. wake up eat. super alot of tings to eat. 3am was breakfast! zzz. ohoh. and. i tot i gt fasten seat belt during the jerks and the landing then alight tat time then i realise i nv fasten. haha. dumb. alight at madelaide. nth to do for HALF HOUR! stare blank. again. lolz. then board plane. fasten seat belt. slp. then. gabrielle reached sydney! woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;custom. passport and everyting. i highlight hair le so gt abit diff. the person keep staring at me.. zzz. then go out. my aunt and uncle cannt recognise me. ZZZ! then they went city tour let me noe where is where wad is wad. st james, broadway blahblahblah. i realise sth interesting. all the buildings are named according to the street names. haha. then went opera hse see oni.. juz drive past nia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went my da jie's wrk place. tour. super nice. its a college. gt kitchen. library. canteen. (their recess is buffet!!!) if can, i upload photos let u all see.&lt;br /&gt;then slp in car.&lt;br /&gt;reached hm. msn, blog, eat prawn mee. played wit dogs. i gt attacked by 1 of them. zzz. too friendly. lolz. he ran i and pressed me down on the bed and start sniffing my whole face. =.= so friendly rite? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;went outback steakhouse wit my dajie, sanjie, jennifer jie jie, william kor kor(dajie husband), julie (william kor kor's sis) and nicole (jennifer jie jie's fren). had alice spring chicken. =) yum  yum.. bt the quantity was alot more then wad we hv in singapore. imagine side dish was equivalent to the size of the main dishes. haiz.. hv to stuff everyting in there i dun lyk to waste food ma.. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;cme hm. slpt. was too tired. slpt at singapore time 6+ pm. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7701384911460932809?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7701384911460932809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7701384911460932809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7701384911460932809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7701384911460932809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-sydney-day-1-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7832717913276453694</id><published>2009-11-06T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:16:21.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dumb. dumber. dumbest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah yeah yeah. im tat dumb kid la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz. long time no blog. and mayb im going to close down my blog soon or sth. heh heh. anyways. O lvl is going over soon. =)) can celebrate liao. haha. super super looking forward to my aus trip. =) will MIA for a mth. haha. dun sms me. =) heard tat receive sms oso gt charges de. =( i will sms u if i wan to.. setting aside 200 bucks for each mth juz for sms. =( money fly. haiz. bt 200 bucks oso cant sms much la.. 1 day abt 1 or 2 sms oni. anyways. i will b going there to learn hw to drive a car. wahahahahahaha. shiok. and.its an all-expenses-paid trip. (tats y im willing to spend 200 bucks on hp bill each mth. haha. bt depends la.)&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. and ppl... dun expect me to buy any gifts back for u. =) coz i wont. haha. dun b too disappointed la.. u all shd noe gabrielle is very very stingy de ma. haha. sad. i hv to take plane alone. so lonely. no one to tok to.. human are sociable creatures. =(&lt;br /&gt;sekali i cme back frm aus, my eng jump frm c6 to a1. haha! jkjk. anyways. i noe u all will miss me de. no nd miss me too much la. haha. i wont miss u all de. i go there enjoy life.. no time to miss u all oso. lolz. i noe im starting to crap le.. =.= destress abit la hor? haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways... dun sms me for the whole nov to dec.=) ty. i dun wan to overspend to much on my hp bills. anyting email me or wait for me to go on9 or sth. unless i sms u, if nt, dun sms me. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;will b closing my blog when i return to singapore. =) bt i wont delete my tagboard.. at least can still communicate abit la.. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll miss you. not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7832717913276453694?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7832717913276453694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7832717913276453694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7832717913276453694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7832717913276453694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-9102101803171106093</id><published>2009-10-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:52:54.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im scared. afraid. lost. wadever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i sense tat sth is wrong tonite. everyting juz dun feel rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. i wasted the whole sat doing nth. watch tv. and more tv. and more tv. lolz. no mood to do anyting la.. i spent 2h to figure out hw to do 1 qu of paper 2's emaths. lolz. can understand hw no mood i was? and tat qu was cumulative frequency. =.= totally bwg. lolz. everyting juz dun feel rite tdy. suddenly gt tis... very scared very scared... duno wad to do de feeling. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyk eating potato chips (ruffles, calbee, lays...) in love wit jagabee. lolz. its nice. shd try. =) and i wan eat subway oso. o.O lolz.&lt;br /&gt;and im gtting lung cancer very very soon. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-9102101803171106093?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/9102101803171106093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=9102101803171106093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/9102101803171106093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/9102101803171106093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4736145623508562721</id><published>2009-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:24:18.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;long time no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;psps. lolz. nt my fault rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. decided to blog for awhile since im omost lyk brain dead le. plus tis blog is alr dead le. haha. currently busy studying. prelims results werent gd. failed my combine humans BADLY. lolz. shall try to wrk harder and harder. provided if tings go smoothly and im nt affected by any more tings. trying very hard to focus. =(&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who hv been staying by my side tis few days. nt a gd wk for me. haiz. i tink oni 4 ppl will noe wad im toking abt ba. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;i broke 2 nails on the same freaking hand and it was bleeding. thus the plasters on my finger. lolz. tdy played badminton. i tink i la dao my thigh muscles? was limping for awhile bt aft awhile jiu okok le.&lt;br /&gt;and. i dun hv any condusive environment for studying aft skul. my hse.. damn noisy. construction + funeral = hell to gabrielle. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gabrielle nds to concentrate in class more. shd sms lesser. lolz. bt lesson was... hectic. 1period 1h. o.O bt lessons to me la.. were rather slack. lyk nt tensed at all. altho less than 1 mth to Os. bt i really gt no mood to study la.&lt;br /&gt;hse. gtting more and more complicated le. o.O andand! i juz shift the mini fridge into my rm. =) shiok. wadever cakes, choc, drinks, puffs, sweets... all inside. lolz. shiok-licious. gtting fatter and fatter soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! fri grad service. o.O gabrielle's gtting epa. =)) altho i heard tat the cert is half an A4 paper.. bt better than nth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jy gabrielle. all the best for ur Os. =) shall try to update REAL soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;accepting the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isnt as easy as u tot it is. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to endure the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is much easier than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to endure the pain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4736145623508562721?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4736145623508562721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4736145623508562721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4736145623508562721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4736145623508562721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-blog_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8135465294673096325</id><published>2009-07-22T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:49:09.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO FERD/FRED/ELWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls. dun b lame la. if tis is HELL, then pls. dun cme back then. and fred/ferd totally has no link to elward. wonder where u gt tat name frm.. =.= and firstly.. if u tink its lame, lyk i say, dun cme back. i dun really nd ur comments. secondly.. ur blog isnt interesting either? if ur blog is those tat are super well known, every1 would go and visit one, then i dun mind gtting suaned by u. bt pls. look at urs b4 u comment on others. tis is called knowing ur own limits. thirdly, i went to ur blog b4. lots and lots of ppl are alr spamming it. im kind enough to post tis up and nt go to ur blog and spam it. if u wan to quarrel, i dun mind. we shall see who wins. i blieve i dun hv lesser frens than u hv. u see? even when i dun update i hv ppl tagging it. nt spamming my tagboard. fourthly, im nt a free as u are. i dun care if u update nt. i dun care if u roam ard in skul nt. IT HAS TOTALLY NTH TO DO WIT ME. understand? pls dun make a shame urself here. i dun hv to blog regularly. lyk i said. im nt tat free. tis is my sec 4 yr. i hv to study. nt lyk u... i dun hv to report to u when i will blog or nt. so juz stop gving stupid comments. fifth, previously i said, "i dun care if u roam ard in skul nt." its to a certain extend. as long as u dun disturb me or my juniors. so pls. when ppl are hving activities or drill practices, GET LOST. sixth, i dun care if u are my cuzin or nt. u're wrong, i will still scold u. so. pls dun act big. dun tink "bcoz the gg EX-cl is my cuzin" means tat u can fool ard wit me or anyone frm my cca. dun blieve, ask jimmy. ask jonathan. ask them. when they are wrong, do i scold them? i can b friendly, i can b fierce. tis depends on u. wad u do. wad u say. doesnt mean tat i dun scold u means i scared of u or wadever. u tink its cool? let me tell u sth.. ITS NT COOL AT ALL. i blieve tat if u start all ur nonsense here, many would help me. even jimmy. dun blieve? try me. we shall see who wins tis game of urs. lastly. if u tink tat my blog is a waste of time, a total hell, a total "lame blog". kindly dun cme here. i dun nd u here. i dun nd ur name to dirty my blog.&lt;br /&gt;let me teach u sth.. its always kind to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MISTER. for nt throwing ur face here. total disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;let me teach u another ting.&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST b4 every1 gts angry. it's the better choice. bt its still up to u to heed the advice nt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;im sry for the poor eng. coz i barely pass it. bt i blieve u would understand bcoz ur eng izit tat gd either. its nt a suan. its a fact. unless sum1 choose to nt understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8135465294673096325?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8135465294673096325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8135465294673096325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8135465294673096325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8135465294673096325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-ferdfredelward-pls.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8630961286185848189</id><published>2009-06-30T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:54:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i duno wad u are tinking la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. super super tl my hse here gt construction. so noisy la!!! metal hit here and there. wonder y they take so long to build tat few lifts. zzz. since last yr leh!!! plus they tok.. nd shout across de meh? haiz. hope by tis mth can finish up their wrk la..&lt;br /&gt;gabrielle is going to start studying! unblievable ba? heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;nwadays very hot la. very stuffy. T.T wishing for aircon~~!&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh. tdy. in class. during phy. opening my pkt of rollercoaster. zzz. then ms tan saw. =.= kena confiscated. then went for recess. then they tell me. if i wan back my rollercoaster i aft skul nd to go find ms tan. haiz. go find for wad? 1 buck oni. she wan i gv her eat lo. zzz. im nt going to find her to gt scolded or gt nagged bcoz of a 1 buck tidbit lo. nt tat free. tho i cme hm oso nth to do de la.. bt then i rather spend the time to revise than to... haha.&lt;br /&gt;bored. i shall go do hmwrk and study nw. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8630961286185848189?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8630961286185848189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8630961286185848189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8630961286185848189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8630961286185848189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1868539387378833075</id><published>2009-06-29T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:51:04.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D.E.A.D.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;super super super...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of skul! definitely feel lyk 1st day of skul. altho is has pass long long ago for us la.. haha. 1st 2 period gt the h1n1 tok. then eng. i didnt bring anyting for eng. wahaha. recess. class had to sit tgt. lolz. they ate fast. went off. class.. had maths lesson. chiong lyk duno wad. =.= then phy. kept yawning bt manage to keep myself awake physically. bt mentally. i duno drift til where le. totally staring into blank space. lunch. ate. drank. went back for ss. kind of fun. all u do is copy and copy and copy wadever the teacher rites. lolz.went huijun hse downstairs bought tidbit. its party time tmr! wahaha. bought alot. too much money duno where to spend hor? every1 lyk recession lyk duno wad. bt im lyk spending money lyk nobdy business. =.=&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;gabrielle nds her slp la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1868539387378833075?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1868539387378833075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1868539387378833075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1868539387378833075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1868539387378833075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1970237572661168151</id><published>2009-06-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:17:11.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haiz haiz haiz haiz haiz haiz haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally no mood to do tings nwadays. no mood do hmwrk. no mood watch tv. no mood to do any kinds f wrk. no mood to PLAY! zzz. so impossible for gabrielle rite? haha. tot so too. for i tink more than a mth le ba? i haven really been slping.. =X i slp early. bt is morning early. nt early de early. =( cant slp. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i cooked dinner for dad (belated fathers' day.. haha) nt for the new maid. wrong day. haiz. i dun lyk her!!! she cant speak properly. til nw. i still cannt understand anyting she said. i cant even cook wit her in the kitchen hw can i share my rm wit her? T.T the worst ting is.. she doesnt lyk doggie. =( she shooed him away. zzz! i shoo u away 1st ah.&lt;br /&gt;wads for dinner? fish maw wit asparagus (nice!), lemon broccoli (too sour.. add too much lemon. lolz.), chicken wit stewed tomatoes (theres cheese!! yum!), lotus root soup (i gt craving for it ma..) and white rice (=.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1970237572661168151?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1970237572661168151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1970237572661168151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1970237572661168151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1970237572661168151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-481248415323303783</id><published>2009-06-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:02:57.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i miss you. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i hope ur fine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 strips. =( haiz. sad. 18 june. a day to rmb. i hope ur fine. even if u cant cme back. smile gabrielle =)&lt;br /&gt;im a ghost. who slps in the aftnn and does my hmwrk in midnite. hw patetic can gabrielle gt? cant concentrate coz of the ongoing construction since last yr. =.= so.. she slpt in the aftnn. and at nite, when its all quiet. then i do my wrk. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;weather gtting hotter and hotter. i wan aircon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-481248415323303783?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/481248415323303783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=481248415323303783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/481248415323303783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/481248415323303783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-152316825615565306</id><published>2009-06-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:56:15.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the promise that we've made..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to never leaveme/you alone no matter what happens :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to study wit rachael in the morning. went lib 2nd floor. no space. so we went to the children section. sat on the long long tables and chairs. then sum jc couple cme. the guy was bhbing abt himself taking h2 amaths then those ppl who take h1 amaths all easy stuffs. then his stead was lyk saying she go uni no nd amaths blah blah.. say sec skul gt can le. then he say wad he wan de course diff frm hers. totally lyk wadever la!. "u tink tis is sec skul amaths meh? tis is alot harder. u will nv noe until u tried the qu" zzz. lame. if jc and sec skul amths were the same, wad for ppl take amaths in jc when they hv alr learnt all of it in sec skul? then we went to eat.. then went back lib. 2nd floor. still no space. then the 1st floor long long table all taken up. so we took the super small table. i noe tat is wrong to take bks to make the table higher la. bt seriously too small. lolz. then the libabrian cme and scold us. say wad we nt supp to take the bks and lift the table up. say we are nt allowed to stay at the children sect. if we wan to do wrk, we shd go upstairs. children sect is for young children nt lyk us.&lt;br /&gt;1st. i apologise for using ur, NONO NATIONAL LIBRARY, books to lit the table up (for our own convinence). bt u could hv said it in a nicer tone and nt shout at us. its a library. u shdnt b shouting in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;2nd. if there's sit on the 2nd floor, we could hv went. pls. u tink we lyk to sit at small uncomfy chairs and tables? the chair mite break anytime and we could hv hurt own backbone.. at least hv more tables or studying corners for us to study.&lt;br /&gt;3rd. u shd hv chase those ppl who goes to the lib to slp. they oni take up space and ppl lyk us who really wans to find a seat hv nowhere to go.. library is a place for us to study, to read bks nd to gain knowledge. nt a place for us to slp. =.=&lt;br /&gt;4th. if u say children sect is oni for young children. nt for ppl lyk us. i dun see y theres 40+ 50  + yr old ppl hogging up a table. theres no child there? and the nxt table oso gt sec skul/jc/poly ppl reading lecture notes and doing hmwrk. y oni chase us out? obviously picking on us bcoz of the bks. if u tell me tat if we stdy, we will discuss and disturb others, look around. theres another table of pri skul kids discussing loudly. their project. i can totally hear their con.&lt;br /&gt;5th. if tat table could tok tat loudly, (they were abt 2 tables away frm us) i could hear them loud and clear. for the 1st 1/2 h they were disscussing abt their project. nxt 1 1/2h they wee crapping. candlelit dinners, funerals, insurance, stock market... one of the adults (their mum) whispered in the phone for sum pick ups arrangement, one of the librarians cme and chased her out. shdnt the kids b chase out too? toking on phone in lib is nt allowed. bt 1 is whispering.. the rest were shouting lyk nobdy's buiness. none of the librarian cme and ask them to lower downtheir volume. there were also kids running ard..&lt;br /&gt;if tis is called "tink of others b4 self" shdnt they treat every1 equally? if theys 3 grps doing hmwrk, shd the 3 b scolded? nt 1. if she broke the rule of using hp in the library and gt chase out, shdnt thos who broke the rule who toked loudly in the library b chased out as well? please. define equality. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-152316825615565306?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/152316825615565306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=152316825615565306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/152316825615565306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/152316825615565306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/promise-that-weve-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2761016505781929827</id><published>2009-06-15T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:51:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on the split road..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lolz.. haiz. hope u'll understand. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyk slping bt im nt tired. its 3am nw la. haiz. tok to me!! bt i dun wan to fall into ur trap. its a trap full of sweets and thorns. =( tempted by the sweets bt scared of the thorns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2761016505781929827?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2761016505781929827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2761016505781929827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2761016505781929827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2761016505781929827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-split-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8516100490809643163</id><published>2009-06-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:41:32.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gabrielle is a pig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she woke up at 2.30pm tdy. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha.. im hungry. even aft a bowl of maggi mee. =( lolz. i wan eat ice cream. ben and jerry's cookie dough and mudslide. i wan drink chocolate milk. i wan eat jelly. and longan almond! =) i wan eat prata! kosong and wit egg.. wit curry! =) yummy. i wan try tom yam cup noodle. =) iwan eat dim sum. anyone wans go he ji bao? and satay! and indian rojak. and hokkien mee. and laksa. and mee siam. and mee goreng. i wan try creme brulee. i wan tiramisu. i wan cheesecakes. i wan chocolate mousse. =))......... and more!&lt;br /&gt;im starting to lyk scallop. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? gabrielle is a pig! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8516100490809643163?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8516100490809643163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8516100490809643163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8516100490809643163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8516100490809643163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/gabrielle-is-pig-she-woke-up-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2049411450612896897</id><published>2009-06-10T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:08:26.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i seriously dun lyk her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;irritating. tink wad u tink is rite la. i dun care le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super super bored at hm. can any1 sms me or ask me out? pls... go out study oso can. i dun wan to stay at hm alone. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2049411450612896897?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2049411450612896897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2049411450612896897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2049411450612896897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2049411450612896897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-seriously-dun-lyk-her_7937.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4951927660823580449</id><published>2009-06-07T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:18:34.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im back mapling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lolz. =)) had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha. holiday finally started. =) ytd went airport to fetch umi hm. bt we didnt see her. sad. then went out wit mum. treat mum adn bro dinner. hm. cont dling maple. play for awhile too tired. slp.&lt;br /&gt;tdy. maple whole day. lvl very slowly. lolz. keep gtting suan-ed. lolz. yea. tats all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4951927660823580449?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4951927660823580449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4951927660823580449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4951927660823580449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4951927660823580449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-mapling-lolz_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4797394121361055399</id><published>2009-06-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:26:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll try ok? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wei le ni, yi qie dou shi zhi de de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wks break. every subject gt 2 wks de hmwrk. total 7 subjects+2 (comb subs) =9 so 9x2=18. we hv to squeeze 18 wks' hmwrk in 2 wk. possible? no more com and tv? which = more stress? lolz. still say gt 2 wks to relax abit. zzz. was planning to chiong revision on tis 2 wks. bt then nw lyk no nd le. chiong revision oso duno gt enough time nt. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!! tmr umi cming back le! wahaha. no more no-maid-life liao. shiokness. oh freak! i 4gt to buy her pres. T.T and! tis wk i alr spent 300+ bucks! if i were to buy her a gift which means tat i will b spending 400-500 bucks tis wk. wth rite? zzz! juz found 1000 bucks and i hv alr spent half of it. =( big big hole in my pocket. haha. any1 wans to be my atm? =) gabrielle will love you many many. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;doggie has been nitemare-ing for these few days. kept "crying" and kicking at nite. hw do i noe? coz i slp wit him. =)and my rm is super super untidy. oni 1wk no umi help me clear nia.. nw super !@#$%^&amp;amp;* gt wrksht, bottles, food, belt, hairband... didnt even bother to make my bed too. lyk. wad for? at note still going to slp wad. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;and! tis wk is damn cute. i was irritated til i wake up, nt coz sum1 woke my up. i had a super loud alarm clock nxt to my ear. then my sony ericsson hp alarm, blast super noisy songs. haha. and my super ulu nokia phone on vibration. gt hearing and feeling alarm.. nt bad! lolz. then i gt 3 or 4 ppl to call me in the morning. my ahma (she called me 4x tdy!!! =.= super irritated. shouted at her), my aunt and my mum. sumtimes my dad oso. if he haven go wrk he will wake me up at hm. heh heh.and theres 1 wk of laundry in the washing machine. coz nt full load dad dun wan on washing machine. =.= see? gabrielle can die at hm witout umi. everyday dun feel lyk going hm.go hm. doggie see me i see doggie. doggie go slp gabrielle play com. stare walls stare ceiling. watch tv. stare blank. nth to do. table super untidy so dun really feel lyk doing hmwrk. (mayb its juz tat i dun feel lyk doing it la hor?) lolz. msn no one to tok to..&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! any1 wans to go australia wit me? pls? i dun wan go alone. ownself on plane for so many hours. will die. zzz. bao chi bao zhu. youngest cuzin 20 tis yr so dun worry theres no one to take care of us. my aunt and uncle there oso. gt com use. can go out play. (they say mayb if they free can teach us to drive! =)) all u nd is airticket money and some money to bring over in case u wan to buy tings back to sing. any1? no nd to shy say wad ppl hse wadever de. mite hv our own rm. =) mite. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4797394121361055399?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4797394121361055399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4797394121361055399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4797394121361055399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4797394121361055399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry-ill-try-ok-strikewei-le-ni-yi_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1192172839172144206</id><published>2009-06-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:33:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i really dun understand you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously wad are u tinking? suddenly very gd suddenly very bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahahahahaha... i didnt go to skul tdy. i tink they hving recess nw ba? no one replied my smses. lolz. i totally 4gt abt tuition too. =.= 4gt alot of tings. T.T bt gd ting is.. chi o lvl is FINALLY OVER!!! yea.. i gt alot wrong. T.T duno can do well nt. haiz. i nd at least an A2. to reach my target la. T.T nd buck up for other subject le. going to study lyk mad liao. i tink.. tis wk go skul. then go hm play. nxt wk and 3rd wk study. 4th wk go skul. cme hm play. then the rest of the yr nd chiong le. T.T zhen me ban? shi jian bu duo le. humans... abit.. no point le? coz lyk f9 the most chiong c6 nia. bt hw chiong? left abt 4 mths. 1 mth for each subject. eng, maths, sci, humans.&lt;br /&gt;eng - 4 wks.&lt;br /&gt;emaths - 2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;amaths-2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;chem- 1 wk??&lt;br /&gt;phy- 1 wk???&lt;br /&gt;bio- 2 wk??&lt;br /&gt;ss- 2 wks???????????&lt;br /&gt;geo- 2 wks?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i abit no time play le hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1192172839172144206?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1192172839172144206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1192172839172144206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1192172839172144206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1192172839172144206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-dun-understand-you-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-6254515443984354316</id><published>2009-05-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:39:54.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the 7th thing i hate the most that you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you make me love you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to alot of quite old songs? juz suddenly feel lyk it. lolz. crazy me. so..&lt;br /&gt;ytd. i was playing com the whole day. dun really noe wad to play. so was sort of staring at it. yea. then tok to quite alot on msn. =) thx for entertaining me yea? bt duno y suddenly all go off tgt. =.= lolz.. so. conclusion. didnt touch hmwrk.&lt;br /&gt;tdy. was funny! woke up. lie on bed for quite long. start smsing abit. then watch tv. my hse downstair gt ppl partying. =.= super irritated. its lyk when u gt the motivation to study suddenly then downstairs.. !@#$%^&amp;amp;* zzz. then went over to cuzin hse. disiao-ed him lyk siao.. haha! super fun. then nv tot of hmwrk.. aft a while no more fun. lolz. went to do hmwrk at their coffee table. then i saw tis letter.. haha. nvm he say cannt say. =X then kept disiaoing him. lolz. then do hmwrk. eat dinner. do hmwrk. then hm. watch cj7. laugh lyk siao. im lyk crazy la. when the father died, the boy was crying then i started laughing.. haha!! then nw.. chionging my hmwrk. zzz. super nt motivated to do chi anymore. 1 whole day of chi le. plus. tmr 1st ting. still chi. zzz! MT intensive. 2 class tgt. o.O izit a gd ting? bt if do wrong tings sure damn ps one. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a super big hole in my pocket. SOON! i nd atm. T.T sponser? lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-6254515443984354316?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6254515443984354316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=6254515443984354316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6254515443984354316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/6254515443984354316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/7th-thing-i-hate-most-that-you-do_9881.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3805060238641352589</id><published>2009-05-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:01:43.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flunked MYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; feeling weird again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha.. i failed 4 subs. =.= seriously. no mood to study le. lyk. study so hard no use lo. still fail. zzz. abit sian of bks le. haiz. nd help. seriously. T.T&lt;br /&gt;an nwadays keep feeling very weird. hw? argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3805060238641352589?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3805060238641352589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3805060238641352589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3805060238641352589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3805060238641352589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/flunked-mye.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-586799446317943841</id><published>2009-05-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:09:07.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i felt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;insecure. ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. MYE  is finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O-V-E-R! OVER!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. tho didnt really study much tis time. bt hope wont do so badly. HOPE.. lolz. went out to celebrate! lolz. nt really celebrate. 1h paper. aft tat. met jaime and rachael at mrt. then withdrew money. then go make my stupid ez link (still cannt use. =.=). irritating. then in front me gt tis guy. senior citizen. 60+ i tink? he duno wan apply wad ting. bt couldnt understand wad the staff says. so he ask me help. listen listen. then eng translate chi. nt bad. he still can understand. haha. then my turn. to change old ez link to new ez link..&lt;br /&gt;1st: terminate my current ezlink de giro.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: (coz no money inside) i nd to top up at least 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: go back to the counter to change.&lt;br /&gt;4th: then i can finally use it!!&lt;br /&gt;zzz. according to the lady its lyk tat la. abit lazy la hor? i'll gt my mum to do it for me then. haha. then bhind me theres tis china guy. so. the lady is malay. so she ask me help tranlate again. =.= quite irritating la. coz the hole is lyk so small. i cant really hear wad she's saying. so hv to keep asking. then the guy ask me, i nt sure. then he lyk blur. i oso blur. bt bo bian. then he walk off. then the lady say ty. lyk. nt bad la. at least i earned a smile. quite worth it. lolz. so.. went to buy the standard ticket. headed to T1. eat. buy tings. gabrielle change out of skul u. walk abit. go tm. wanted to catch a movie bt all the timing lyk cannt lyk tat. so 4gt it. me and shuting went arcade. then the rest went shopping. lolz. then went off to parkway. then eat. tok. shop ard. tok sumore. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total spent:&lt;br /&gt;standard ticket - $1.20 (to tamp)&lt;br /&gt;lunch at sushi tei - $19.70 (quite worth it tho)&lt;br /&gt;havannas frm newurbanmale - $ 39.90 (i 4gt to bring slippers out. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;arcade - $10 (went crazy wit shuting there)&lt;br /&gt;standard ticket - $1.40 (to paya lebar)&lt;br /&gt;bus ride - $0.55 (to parkway)&lt;br /&gt;ching teng - $1.80 (snack!!)&lt;br /&gt;root beer -$1.60 (wanted to gt fruit juice bt its lyk $4?!?)&lt;br /&gt;bus ride - $0.55 (back home)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;total: $76.70!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg! my money.. T.T haiz. tmr nd go out again. help. nd start saving again liao. lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-586799446317943841?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/586799446317943841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=586799446317943841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/586799446317943841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/586799446317943841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3633271362833067647</id><published>2009-05-16T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:10:32.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crazy gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i kind of miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously very bored at hm. nth to do. *yawn* haha. hmm.. bro cme hm. 1 sentence he tok to me. "y u pluck out my internet wire?!" scolding. zzz. haiz. dun care. tmr he going back le. shall ren. heh heh. yea!! i went out wit rachael ytd. tok. gossip. tok more. gossip more. laugh abit. pasta mania-ed. 2nd time. =)) sms abit. go alot of bkstores. b shocked ok? i dun really go bkstores de. lolz. gt bored of my current bk. i dun really finish a bk no matter hw interesting the bk is. haha. crazy habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;19 going out again wit rachael jaime liuzhi keqian and wanxin. dun really noe go where yet.. hope its fun. and i will b the oni one wit skul bag and skul shirt. =.= coz oni i gt paper. haiz. haha.mayb i shd call more ppl. the more the merrier ma. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;20 going out wit jean and cas.. oso duno go where yet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;im bored still. help! anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3633271362833067647?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3633271362833067647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3633271362833067647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3633271362833067647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3633271362833067647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-gurl.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1134936030588153717</id><published>2009-05-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:44:48.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here we go again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sry. bt i cant stand u anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. look at u. all u ever tok abt is... 4gt it. dun even wan to tok abt it liao lo. if u tink its so impt. then i tink 4gt it lo..&lt;br /&gt;im nt ur dog. i nw wad im doing. i dun nd to tell me wad to do. so. scram.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel tat all of u are lyk wad? using me? haiz.. sian.&lt;br /&gt;ppl. dun tink too much. i mite nt b toking abt u. mite b too. ownself tink hw u treat me i tink u will noe nt la hor? dun hv to ask me izit u. coz i wont say anyting. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis whole wk. damn sian. totally nv study until. bored of studying liao.. haiz. jiu ming ah!!! lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1134936030588153717?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1134936030588153717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1134936030588153717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1134936030588153717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1134936030588153717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-we-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3313018162264362935</id><published>2009-05-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:34:40.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;are tings gtting better or worser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;obviously. tings are gtting worser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad. no more nite study.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. im eating dragonfruit rite nw. damn sweet. damn juicy. damn nice. i lyk. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;my bro cme back frm ns to celeb mum's day. and went off tdy. saw him n his ns full u. heh heh. bought him sth b4 he went off. he went in on the 24th of april and he alr claimed 3 days de mc le. so weak rite? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;went sakae to eat wit mum, mum fren, bro and ian. super nt pleasant. went there. everyting i say turned out to b quarrelling wit them. either wit bro or wit mum. everyting is my fault ok? wadever. went off. saw a spec shop. went in. made 2 specs at super cheapo rate. 1st one for $90+ 2nd one for half price. so. total 2 specs cost oni 100+ bucks nia. bro and ian helped choose. 1 black 1 light blue. most prob wear the black one to skul ba. ltr ppl tink i fashion show or wad. lolz. actually b4 tat is the black one and another one is black-pink-white. bt they say look quite similar to my nw de specs. so change to the light blue one. my degree sort of went down. bt nw i gt shan guang or sth lyk tat? went off to suntec. bro bought tings for ns. me, mum and mum fren went starbucks. drank white choco mocha. tats the oni ting i drink frm starbuck lo. lolz. drank 1/2 cannt finish bro cme. ask him drink. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;tdy oni stone at hm. sms. watch tv. eat. damn slack. didnt touch chem txtbk for both days. tdy is all jean's fault la. was slping til so shiok and she called. =.= to ask chem. zzz. then totally cannt go back to slp le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tmr another day. duno wad to do. wan study dun wan study. bt heng gt tis 3 days. seriously. fri was still sick. cme hm. slp. sat woke up. ok le. i tink is i lack of rest tats y sick lo.. i wan nite study la.. i in skul although will ok to shuting when studying. or mayb camillia. bt its lyk. at least i will study lo. bt if i at hm i gt tv i gt laptop. i totally wont touch my bk de lo.&lt;br /&gt;im waitng for 19 and 20. super looking forward. gabrielle is finally going to go out! parkway wit jaime and rachael. smile smile. 2nd day going kbox and watch movie wit them. super super looking forward fo june holi too. going out wit qianyun and alson (i duno?) to sentosa. =)) super looking forward to nov dec holi. off to sydney. wahaha. still looking for ppl to go wit me tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;super looking forward to leave tis place (mess)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3313018162264362935?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3313018162264362935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3313018162264362935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3313018162264362935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3313018162264362935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-tings-gtting-better-or-worser.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-702176433461851724</id><published>2009-04-25T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:35:31.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's called a house not a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its juz a place to slp to watch tv and to eat. nt to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one understands. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 songs.. "welcome to my life" and "im just a kid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-welcome to my life-&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;(what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-im just a kid-&lt;br /&gt;I woke up it was 7&lt;br /&gt;I waited till 11&lt;br /&gt;Just to figure out that no one would call&lt;br /&gt;I think i got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them&lt;br /&gt;What's another night all alone?&lt;br /&gt;When your spending everyday on your own&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when the night is dead,&lt;br /&gt;I'll crawl into my bed&lt;br /&gt;Staring at these 4 walls again&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to think about the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got somewhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And they're gonna leave me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;and here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't fit in with anybody&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And every night is the worst night ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid [repeat x5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just a kid tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said u would bring away frm here. bt could u promise tat im nt going to hv the equal amt of stress and prob at ur side? no u couldnt. where were u when i nded u the most? where were u when all tis mess started? where were u all tis while? no im nt emoing. breaking down? im nt sure? soon if the prob still continues. i blieve im going to make it true.. all i can do is trust myself. to make it through the mess myself.. TRUST &amp;amp; SUPPORT.. =) i feel lyk screaming suddenly. bt will tio complain. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-702176433461851724?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/702176433461851724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=702176433461851724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/702176433461851724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/702176433461851724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-called-house-not-home-its-juz-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-7248224344098747237</id><published>2009-04-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:27:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A nightmare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can sum1 pls wake me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 life is fantastic. go class everyday lyk party. eat. tok. disiao. and of coz.. hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... mye cming. o lvl cming. chinese o lvl ard the corner.. still no motivation to study. i wan continue my partying life still. T.T everyday at least 2 bottles of pringles under our desk. pe day still gt 2 bottles of 1.5l de green tea. damn shiok. totally no urge to study at all. sum1 push me. wake me up. its time to study gabrielle!! wake up. stop living in the fantasy world. heng gt nite study. muz study liao. nt for me to go there to tok to frens. T.T&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!!! happy tots. MY BRO GO NS LE!!! yeah! (^.^)v no nd see his face liao. haha.&lt;br /&gt;actually starting of the yr gt mood de lo. chiong study chiong chiong chiong. then my dad cme out wit all the stupid prob abt me.. then jitao no mood liao. haiz. nvm..&lt;br /&gt;tdy. cme hm early. no remedial. SHIT! cme hm at the wrong time. =.= no electricity. all tio cut coz downstairs construction. heng gt mini portable fan. found 1. spoilt. =.= the batt put in le. the fan wrking. will turn. bt no wind. sian. then find another 1. wa. wrk. then 15 min ltr.. bo batt. is new batt can??? zzz. stupid batt. no fan. no aircon. no wind oso. sad. then nth to eat. hungry. no fridge. sian. fridge gt food no use. microwave oven no electricity oso cannt wrk. found watermelon! haha! eat eat eat. my dog finish up for me. =.= he even the seed oso eat. stupid dog. no tv. no internet. super sian. went to bed. slp! woke up. o.O fan is on le!!! wahaha. then watch tv. use com til nw. shit. 4gt do tuition hmwrk.. zzz. tmr gt time then do ba? tired le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hv a feeling tat sum1 is checking on my blog too. hmmmm.. true? tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. gd luck for MYE every1. =) if gabrielle can do it, so can u. if gabrielle cant do it, u still can de. haha.find me motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study ...&lt;br /&gt;zzz. still no motivation leh.. =( nvm. i shall dream and find my motivation. haha. wan an every1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-7248224344098747237?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7248224344098747237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=7248224344098747237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7248224344098747237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/7248224344098747237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-2807713855190060964</id><published>2009-04-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:27:10.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im using other ppl's wireless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;evil me. wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hving a damn weird feeling rite nw.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i failed my 2.4 by oni 10s. T.T tmr gt bio test. bt im still using com. =.= abit feel lyk gving up studying liao. lyk everyting lo. study gd. u all say nt gt enough. then make me no mood study. flunk ca1. then noe u all suspecting me. damn sian of all tis mess. u gt nth better to do? go find a better job la. stay here kiao ka. u tink money drop frm the sky meh. cme hm too early, u lock up everyting. cme hm too late u suspect me. define going hm on time. damn sian liao. gime all tis prob. fun izit?&lt;br /&gt;tis yr is the worst yr of all lo. u even told my teacher. u even gt my teacher my aunt and my ahma to check on me. if u so dun blieve me. cme follow me everywhere i go la. cme fetch me frm skul la. cme fetch me to and fro tuition la. fetch me everywhere i go. no nd ask ppl check me de. no nd check my com de. no nd check my phone de. I GT NTH TO HIDE FRM U. ASSHOLE. i juz dun wan my frens to gt hurt bcoz of me nia. u tink u are capable of anyting. we'll wait and see. u tink u can call the police. call la. i gt higher education than u. u tink u are clever? im cleverer. u tink u can handle tings. i blieve i can better than u. u wan play? i play wit u. bt make it short. coz i dun hv time for such a bastard lyk u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-2807713855190060964?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2807713855190060964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=2807713855190060964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2807713855190060964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/2807713855190060964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-using-other-ppls-wireless-evil-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-1130954364217015565</id><published>2009-04-10T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:40:04.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd earhole!!! wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i noe im sadist enough tat i actually lyk the feeling. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea yea! im back.. internet connection lost again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;PRESENTS!!&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty huiqing for the ben &amp;amp; jerry's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;ty huishan for the heart-shaped plastic ting wit 70 stars and a box and a card and the super big lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;ty kenlia for the door tingy.&lt;br /&gt;ty heather and crystal for the piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;ty xinyi, shuting, maxswen and jothem for the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;ty rachael and jaime for the day spent wit me, the balloon, the kinder joy, the arnotts? biscuit, the big birthday card wit alot of my pic which every1 tinks tat its frm 10 ppl and the cake .&lt;br /&gt;ty rachael's mum for the marks and spencer biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;ty umi for the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;ty my bro for tat pkt of chicken rice. (super =.=""""")&lt;br /&gt;ty sihui mdm for the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;ty fren for the photo frame, the memo pad ting and the massage stick ting.&lt;br /&gt;ty liru for the calender.&lt;br /&gt;i tink tats all? remind me if i 4gt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;MONEY!!!&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty ahma for the angbao. (tho i duno hw much and duno throw where le.)&lt;br /&gt;ty 2nd aunt for the angbao. (oso same case.)&lt;br /&gt;ty mum for the 100 bucks to go out wit frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;BIRTHDAY WISHES&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty crystal.&lt;br /&gt;ty huishan.&lt;br /&gt;ty fren.&lt;br /&gt;ty sihui.&lt;br /&gt;ty shuting.&lt;br /&gt;ty san jie.&lt;br /&gt;ty er jie.&lt;br /&gt;ty jaime.&lt;br /&gt;ty mum.&lt;br /&gt;ty athirah.&lt;br /&gt;ty jingfang.&lt;br /&gt;ty maxswen.&lt;br /&gt;ty casandra.&lt;br /&gt;ty miss ang.&lt;br /&gt;ty manpei.&lt;br /&gt;ty heather.&lt;br /&gt;ty liuzhi.&lt;br /&gt;ty vivian.&lt;br /&gt;ty qianyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i 4gt who?&lt;br /&gt;i rmb linchun. ty.&lt;br /&gt;sad to say. i oni rmb him. tell me if i 4gt ur name. sry sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty joanne.&lt;br /&gt;ty xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;ty heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shd b all? haha. ty every1. =)) i realised tat everywhere gt heather's name. =.= haha. ty for wasting ur time to send me sms and go look for pres for me. i noe my present vey diff find coz i dun even noe wad i wan. haha. ty anyways. oh ya. i actually wanted to upload the pic of every gift. bt my bluetooth gt prob. so.. dun hv. sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went out wit mum and bro. went to eat newyork newyork. haha. abit cheat $$. coz we oni ordered 1 soup bt they charge for 2. i ordered fried mars bar. bt it didnt cme. bt the bill cme. i went hm then i rmb. mum say over le nvm nth to say. mum brought to 77th street to pierce ear. nw gt 3 on rite ear. =) heh heh. she paid. wahahaha. she still ask "y 2 oni?" siao la.. wad she expect? full meh? lolz. i duno y. i lyk the feeing sia. itchy itchy pain pain de. omg. haha. =)) tis holi is damn sian la.. stay at hm. nth better to do. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-1130954364217015565?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1130954364217015565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=1130954364217015565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1130954364217015565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/1130954364217015565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-earhole-wahaha-i-noe-im-sadist.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-5711528694679487292</id><published>2009-04-02T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:30:06.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;doesnt feel gd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty every1 for the pres. will upload and "officially" thank u all during the wkends. if im free.&lt;br /&gt;tdy damn emo. nvm. was ok aftwards. haiz. 4gt it man. no point lo. all i ever wanted was.... 4gt it. i gt nth to blog abt? tdy was a bad bad day for me. worst?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-5711528694679487292?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5711528694679487292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=5711528694679487292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5711528694679487292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/5711528694679487292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-8394768474207516275</id><published>2009-03-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:35:10.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we are PURE FRENS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. tis is for heather. lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u a joke. my cuzin tot i gt stead. =.= the end. joke of the day man. another joke. huijun tinks tat she wont b able to b the 1st to wish me hapy bdae. so she wished me the last. haha. both of them made my day. and heather tot tat me and linchun tgt. another joke sia. haha. another one. 4gt it. linchun is alr a joke to me. haha. =XX &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hope he could see tis. =X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; im so evil man. haha. so... tdy is a joyous day. haha. and i dun feel lyk doing hmwrk again. =.= bt im forcing myself to do it. haiz. mian qiang shi mei you xing fu de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCK OF MY LIFE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kai xing dao sui bu zao neh! =)) hope its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gabrielle wans her birthday wish to cme true! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-8394768474207516275?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8394768474207516275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=8394768474207516275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8394768474207516275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/8394768474207516275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-pure-frens.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-3078904775942186864</id><published>2009-03-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:34:05.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i dun wan to be ALONEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it sux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday cme and go. went out wit rachael and jaime. went to river view hotel AGAIN. for jap buffet. quite fufilling. nice food. tok. gossip. laugh. walk over to great world city. 1st time there. i noe i no life. wadever. then watched shopaholic. soso lo. nth much. aft watching hv the urge to.. nvm. haha. hmm. then went to shop ard. then went marks and spencer to find rachael parents to fetch us hm. bt they buying tings. went out to buy auntie anne's. 2nd time eating. left sour cream so bought sour cream. then went to the shop called. iwannagohome!. cool. alot of tings to see. mostly hm decors. and JAIME TAT ITCHY HAND. EVERYTING MUZ TOUCH TOUCH DE. all glass. very scared break. haha. then wen to find rachael's parent. took lots of photo. they bought me kinder joy and a tweety bird balloon which says "be my tweetheart" =.= &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(inside joke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; rachael's mum wanted to buy me a bdae cake. bt i ps. so dun wan. umi bought a cake for me at hm. =)) my dad planned to cook hao liao for me. bt i cme hm to full. so ate oni abit. aunt and ahma gv ang bao. yea.. shd b tats all. my dog nv gime anyting.. T.T thank ppl on monday when i receive my pres? if dun hv i juz thank those who gime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-3078904775942186864?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3078904775942186864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=3078904775942186864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3078904775942186864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/3078904775942186864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dun-wan-to-be-alonee.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25452948.post-4347987400630904879</id><published>2009-03-27T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:00:37.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once again.. history repeats witout fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for sakae tdy. went ajisen ytd. and going to jap buffet tmr. 3 consecutive day of jap food. i dun really noe wad i wan. so dun ask me? haha. haiz.. i gt lots to say bt duno hw to start. so. i shall juz nt say anyting? haha. byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25452948-4347987400630904879?l=runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4347987400630904879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25452948&amp;postID=4347987400630904879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4347987400630904879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25452948/posts/default/4347987400630904879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningawayfrom-reality.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237285706285744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
